They Came Alone

They came alone
Some women who remembered Him
Bowed down with spices to anoint His corpse
Through darkened streets
They wept their way to honor Him
The one whose death had shattered all their hopes
Why do you look for life
Among these tombs of stone
He is not here he's risen as He said
Remember how He spoke to you in Galilee
The Son of Man must die
And must rise up from the dead

The two walked home
A portrait of defeat and loss
Explaining to a stranger why the gloom
How Jesus seemed to be the King
Before His cross
Now all their hopes lay buried in His tomb
How slow you are to see
Didn't this have to be
Don't you believe the words the prophets said
Christ had to suffer first then enter glory
Then He unveiled their eyes
In the breaking of the bread

He heard their words
But not for him that easy faith
That trades the truth for sentimental sigh
Unless he saw the nail marks in His hands himself
And touched His side he'd not believe the lie
Then Jesus came to them
Although the doors were locked
Cast away doubt and reach into My side
Trace out the wounds
The nails left in My broken hands
And understand I am the resurrection and the life

Long years have passed
And still we fear the face of death
It steals our loved ones leaving us undone
It mocks our dreams
And calls to us with icy breath
The final terror when life's course is run
But this I know my Lord traveled this way before
His body clothed in immortality
The sepulcher's sting is drawn
The power of sin destroyed
Death has been swallowed up in His mighty victory


Don Carson, Rob Smith © 2005
CCLI #4641302