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I am the Resurrection and the Life! | I am the Resurrection and the Life! | ||
He who believes in me shall never die! | He who believes in me shall never die! | ||
We walked together to the Tomb the sun rose up before us. | We walked together to the Tomb, the sun rose up before us. | ||
Jerusalem’s lofty spires and domes flashed with gold, | Jerusalem’s lofty spires and domes flashed with gold, | ||
the Temple walls awash in pink and violet. | the Temple walls awash in pink and violet. | ||
But we felt no joy, our hearts were heavy and | But we felt no joy, our hearts were heavy and confused. | ||
Could this be Him? His broken bloodied body cold and dead? | Could this be Him? His broken, bloodied body cold and dead? | ||
Was this the King of Israel? | Was this the King of Israel? | ||
Could this be Him? Battered, beaten, spat upon? | Could this be Him? Battered, beaten, spat upon? | ||
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Death has lost its awful terror now. | Death has lost its awful terror now. | ||
The grave lies empty in defeat! | The grave lies empty in defeat! | ||
Halleluia! | |||
I am the Resurrection and the Life! | I am the Resurrection and the Life! | ||
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CPDL #20521:
- Editor: Michael J. Oczko (submitted 2009-11-23). Score information: Letter, 12 pages, 268 kB Copyright: Personal
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General Information
Title: Mary at the Tomb
Composer: Michael J. Oczko
Number of voices: 1v Voicing: Soprano solo
Genre: Sacred, Aria
Language: English
Instruments: Orchestra
Published: 2007
Description: A carol for Easter, original music and text (based on Matthew and John) by Michael J. Oczko
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Original text and translations
English text
I am the Resurrection and the Life!
He who believes in me shall never die!
We walked together to the Tomb, the sun rose up before us.
Jerusalem’s lofty spires and domes flashed with gold,
the Temple walls awash in pink and violet.
But we felt no joy, our hearts were heavy and confused.
Could this be Him? His broken, bloodied body cold and dead?
Was this the King of Israel?
Could this be Him? Battered, beaten, spat upon?
Was this the Son of God?
Could this be Him? Crowned with thorns and crucified?
Could this be Him?
We wept and wailed. We’d waited centuries and this was our Messiah?
We reached the Tomb, the stone was cast aside.
There sat a man in robes as white as snow.
And when he spoke, his voice rang out like bells!
“He is not here, He is risen from the dead!
He is gone before you to Galilee.”
Then I remembered Jesus’ word,
His promise to His people:
I am the Resurrection and the Life!
He who believes in me shall never die!
Death has lost its awful terror now.
The grave lies empty in defeat!
Halleluia!
I am the Resurrection and the Life!