Risen Indeed - Andrew Peterson

And so the winter dies with a blast of icy wind

Like a mournful cry, it’s giving up the ghost again

Another sheet of snow melts away to gold and green

Look at Peter go, he’s racing to the tomb to see

Where has my Jesus gone?

He is not dead, He is risen

Risen indeed

And now the flowers bloom like a song of freedom

Behold the earth is new, if only for the season

And so the seed that died for You becomes a seedling

Just put your hand into the wound that bought your healing

And let your heart believe

He is not dead, He is risen

Risen indeed

And the rain will fall on the furrow

It immerses the earth in sorrow

Mary, the sun will rise again

Mary, the sun will rise again

Daughter, listen, listen

Daughter listen, He speaks your name

And Father Abraham could not have dreamed of this

Could never understand the end of all those promises

How all the pieces fit, every star and grain of sand

Is safely hid in Jesus' hand

Let every tongue confess

He is not dead, He is risen, risen

He is not dead, He is risen

Risen indeed

Oh Mary, the sun will rise again

Mary, the sun will rise again

Daughter, listen, listen

Daughter listen, He speaks your name