The tomb is empty and the cross is bare,
Jesus has risen, He is no longer there.
At God's right side, He waits for His command,
That will fulfill His Father's final plan.
When trumpets sound and angel choirs sing,
The sky will break to usher in our King.
All eyes will see the beauty of His face,
And praise Him for the day He took our place.
Oh, what a glorious day I know 'twill be,
When Jesus comes to set the captives free.
The day that God shall win the victory,
And evil dies for all eternity.
Jeannette E. Smith
