Verse 1
He had come to the cross in the road of his time
‘Twas a hill dead ahead that the Prince must now climb
The cry came a ringin’ to nail the young man down
So the people left him hangin’ on the bad side of town.

Verse 2
Hear them scream for peace, exalting Caesar,
He never sought release, no man pleaser
No time to bargain plea, no technicality
Eating lunch upon the dirt, gambling for the poor man’s shirt
Beaten up and battered but still won’t comply
Standing there, took their best and never asked them why
In dignity he took control of the whole affair
Said “Father, forgive them. They ain’t aware.”

Verse 3
Three o’clock it’s night and all is hell
The bankers head for home, a tale to tell
“Children, can’t you see, we made history,
A souvenir for free for thee, courtesy of Calvary.”
Soon a chilling thought came screaming to their head
What if the Troublemaker really isn’t dead
So they thrust their point one more time deep within his side
But the bleeding heart liberally had made his peace and died.

Bridge 1
Lay me down and let me rest
I know there’s more–my very best
What you see won’t always stay
Tears of night
Are dry today

Bridge 2
Never judge by appearance only
Reject and it will always haunt you
Ask and it shall be given, seek and ye shall find
Knock and the door flings open every single time
Destroy the lies, let him rise

Chorus
He’s no longer here,
He is risen, he is risen
He’s no longer here,
He is risen, he is risen
He’s no longer here,
He is risen, he is risen

Coda
Let him rise

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