Thanks for telling me

That incredible story that’s changed history

I’m glad my grandmother was told it

I’m glad my mother heard it

I’m glad my 1^st grade teacher unfolded it

Whoever that was who sat in the tomb

On that initial Easter morning

Told the news that shattered eternal gloom

It instilled fear, amazement, shock

The One who was killed didn’t stay behind that rock

This was too big

That man in white told the women, “Go tell his disciples and Peter”

Oh, what a revival

To tell the outcasts, the socially undesirable

To tell a betrayer and even unbelievers

The news is for everyone

It doesn’t matter what you done

How awesome that Peter was told

Even though his heart had grown cold

This story hasn’t failed to trickle down through the ages

It will unsettle you when it sinks in

Think about it

It’ll demand action

“And tell Peter,” the pastor reminded the congregation this Easter

This story, this love, won’t be hindered by what you have or haven’t done

That tomb is empty

Somehow there’s vibrant-colored flowers on the tree

Come, hear the story

Be amazed, be wonderstruck

His love for you is enough