Easter

God alive, an empty tomb
communicates our fate

we meet our savior on the road;
our eyes were opened late

we see in broken bread and fish,
on ordinary days

the world turned upside down by grace
that love has vanquished hate

'God is dead' the world may cry
and we may say the same

God is dead, we're on our own
we wallow in the pain

of losing touch, of losing hope
that anything can change;

yet on the road and 'round the table,
in each others' eyes

we see the truth that death is dead
and we receive new life