The shroud

Long ago before the world began 
God and his word from goodness had a plan 
And that story has been spoken and written for centuries. Gods story of the life and the part he did for all humanity.
If you had seen it happen 
If you had been there 
When he walked upon the water or healed those in despair
His image has been captured when he raised himself to life 
Its in the story of the shroud Gods enormous sacrifice 
You didn’t have to be there he left it for all to see 
The image that was captured from lights pure energy 
Now listen to the story of the gift he left behind 
The image of him raised in the tomb from death to life 
In faith I see his story in the shroud he left behind 
We didn’t have to be there. He left for all to see 
The image that he created, lights pure energy 
Some look and still don’t see it but it’s there for all to see. Now come and hear the story of the one that set us free.
We didn’t have to be there. He left for all to see 
The image that he created, lights pure energy 
Left in an empty grave where his body raised divine 
Folded in his tomb , the linen shroud he left behind 

Slow, powerful, spiritual, lullaby, celtic