Empty Grave Clothes

A gentle wind through grave clothes blows
To show those clothes are empty now,
And stone once sealed no longer closed
For Son of God has kept His vow.

From death He rises and appears
To point the way to where He’ll be;
As burning hearts allay their fears,
He vanishes in bread they see.

Then they remember words He said
To them on night before He died
That he would be in wine and bread,
A gift from Him who’s crucified.

Now at each Eucharistic Meal
In bread and wine He always comes,
For tomb in garden is unsealed,
And Body, Blood they here become.

As here we feast, the angels sing
Of Him who died and rose again
Who is of all creation King–
He’s vanquished Satan, death, and sin.