EMPTY

An empty garden
Where I should have been
But my arrival delayed
By another man’s sin

And empty throne
Where a Son should have reigned
But events in the garden
Needed someone to blame

An empty manger
Where perfection was born
But a mother would ponder
The day she would mourn

And empty garden
Where the praying was done
But a show of affection
Meant darkness had come

An empty field
Where a seed could have grown
But the price that was paid
Was the cost of a Son

An empty cross
Where He knew separation
But three simple words
Turned my sin to salvation

An empty tomb
Where there should have been grieving
But the folded remains
Held the promise of leaving

An empty heart
Where the fire was so precious
But the words that we speak now
Lie buried in ashes

An empty soul
Where the walls are unguarded
But the story of Easter
Is always discarded

An empty sky
Where the throne was ascended
But the promised return
Means the story’s not ended