(Verse 1) The stone was heavy, the earth was still, A silent night on a borrowed hill. I wrapped my life in the shroud of shame, Entombed in the dark with no hope to claim. The guards kept watch over locks and bars, While my heart grew cold under distant stars. (Chorus) Then He shattered the night, He tore through the gloom, And the glory of heaven rushed into the tomb! Death lost its grip when the ransom was paid, No longer bound by the debts that were made. The stone is rolled back, His triumph displayed, And I ran out of that grave! (Verse 2) The nails had spoken, or so they thought, A final end to a battle fought. They sealed the entrance and walked away, To mourn the hope of a broken day. But a tremor shook through the core of the earth, As sorrow dissolved into sudden birth. (Chorus) Then He shattered the night, He tore through the gloom, And the glory of heaven rushed into the tomb! Death lost its grip when the ransom was paid, No longer bound by the debts that were made. The stone is rolled back, His triumph displayed, And I ran out of that grave! (Bridge) Hear the sound of the chains as they shatter and fall! Hear the voice of the Victor that echoes it all! No grave can contain what the Spirit makes live, No darkness can conquer the life He can give! I was bound, I was buried, but look at me now— Every enemy defeated, every power laid low! (Outro) I’m running, I’m running, Out of the dark! Into the light, With a beating heart! Death has no claim, He broke every chain, Jesus has conquered— And I ran out of that grave!
