The risen king by stella ashworth
The tomb was still, the night was deep. The world lay silent, lost in sleep. But Heaven stirred with holy might, as dawn prepared to birth the Light.
Then came the roar, the angel cry: “He's risen! Christ will never die!”
The stone rolled back by hands unseen, revealing glory, pure and clean. The Son who bore the wrath of sin, now breathes again, new life within.
The grave could not its hold maintain. The King of Kings broke every chain. “O death, your sting is gone, undone! The battle’s over, victory won!”
He walked forth free, with wounds aglow. Love's final word: "Behold, I rose." The angels shouted through the skies, “Let Earth rejoice! Let hope arise!”
For Christ the Lord, once crucified, now reigns in power, glorified. No more the tomb, no more the shame, He wears the crown, He bears the Name.
The risen Lamb, the Lion bold. His story ever shall be told. So lift your heart, let praises ring, to Jesus Christ, the Risen King! Alive forever, bright and true, He rose in love, for me, for you.
By Stella Ashworth for Team Talk. © 2025 Stella Ashworth.