| And so the winter dies with a blast of icy wind
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| Like a mournful cry, it’s giving up the ghost again
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| Another sheet of snow melts away to gold and green
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| Look at Peter go, he’s racing to the tomb to see
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| Where has my Jesus gone?
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| He is not dead, He is risen
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| Risen indeed
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| And now the flowers bloom like a song of freedom
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| Behold the earth is new, if only for the season
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| And so the seed that died for You becomes a seedling
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| Just put your hand into the wound that bought your healing
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| And let your heart believe
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| He is not dead, He is risen
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| Risen indeed
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| And the rain will fall on the furrow
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| It immerses the earth in sorrow
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| Mary, the sun will rise again
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| Mary, the sun will rise again
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| Daughter, listen, listen
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| Daughter listen, He speaks your name
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| And Father Abraham could not have dreamed of this
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| Could never understand the end of all those promises
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| How all the pieces fit, every star and grain of sand
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| Is safely hid in Jesus' hand
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| Let every tongue confess
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| He is not dead, He is risen, risen
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| He is not dead, He is risen
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| Risen indeed
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| Oh Mary, the sun will rise again
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| Mary, the sun will rise again
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| Daughter, listen, listen
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| Daughter listen, He speaks your name |