We didn't see His face,
When He died for you and me.
We missed His parting words,
And His pain and agony.

We didn't hear the thunder,
Didn't see the darkened sky.
We missed the people mocking,
As they watched our Savior die.

We'll never know His suffering,
On the cross the day He died.
We only know the story,
That our Lord was crucified.

We never saw the tomb,
But this is what we read,
That after just three days,
He rose just like He said.

Down through the generations,
The story has been told.
He died and rose again,
True faithfulness He showed.

Although we were not there,
We didn't see God's Son,
We know within our Spirit,
The battle has been won.

For those who do believe,
A witness dwells within,
We are given the assurance,
When we are born again.

How can we know about the love,
Our Savior did impart?
This is how we know He lives,
He lives within our heart.
Copyright© by Debby Orstad

Who Himself bore our sins in His own body on the tree, that we, having died to sins, might live for righteousness, by whose stripes you were healed.
1 Peter 2:24

"He is not here; for He has risen,
as He said."
Matthew 28:6

"And lo, I am with you always, to the end of the age."
Matthew 28:20

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