The Last Word

Wide awake, it's late, and the house goes still

Got a photograph propped on the windowsill

Little things hit hard, like an empty chair

Catch myself turning like you're still there

Everybody says that it takes some time

But a clock can't fix what I can't rewind

So I'm holding to the words You said

There is more up ahead

I can miss you, I can cry

And still believe this isn't goodbye

Death doesn't get the last word

Not the final voice that's heard

Jesus left that bed of stone

We won't face the grave alone

Let me weep, but let me sing

Death is not the final thing

Not the end, not the last

Love will outlive all of that

Not the end, not goodbye

Jesus lives, and we will rise

First light, footsteps, a garden path

Mary came carrying what she had

For the One she loved, for the life she knew

For the last small thing she could still do

But the stone stood clear of an open grave

Then she heard Him say her name

Not a wish, not a dream, not a memory

He was standing where her eyes could see

Hands once pierced were reaching out

He was there beyond a doubt

Death doesn't get the last word

Not the final voice that's heard

Jesus left that bed of stone

We won't face the grave alone

Let me weep, but let me sing

Death is not the final thing

Little feet that never ran

Will race to meet an outstretched hand

Every body, whole again

Life beyond the reach of pain

I don't have to hide these tears

Faith can live beside my fears

You rose up, so I hold on

Night is long, but morning comes

Death doesn't get the last word

Not the final voice that's heard

Jesus left that bed of stone

We won't face the grave alone

Let me weep, but let me sing

Death is not the final thing

Not the end, not goodbye

Jesus lives, and we will rise