It was a misty morning
His friends were on their way
To dress and view the body
That was lying in the grave

Their hearts were very heavy
As along the path they trod,
Because they had been told
He was the son of God

They listened to His teachings,
And saw the deeds He did
How can it be the Son of God
Can in a grave be hid?

Who will roll away the stone
This thought was on their mind,
But when they reached the tomb,
No body did they find

Was this the action of a man,
Or a force from up above?
They didn't know this was the day,
That law was turned to love