Resurrection In Reverse Songtext
von Dillon Chase

He walks backwards into the grave then He just lays
The stone rolls over the tomb
The linen levitates from the ground
He puts it back on His body then death takes place
You know He′s consumed
His body gets stiff all in the midst of the drama
People hide in their homes so cautious they wanna
Cry their eyes out very disappointed
Thought that this anointed One would never end up voided
Morning goes to night night back into day
This happens two full times the third is different they
Watch the stone roll back they hold their lifeless savior
Carry Him from the burial man the strife is major
Myrrh and aloe removes itself from the linen
Unwind it and reveal the many wounds that were given
Nicodemus puts the spices back in their container
Joseph takes the body to Pilate he's feeling the danger
Pilates soldiers carry Him to Golgotha
They arrive and put His dead body back on the
Cross - the blood and water goes from the ground


Floats into the air then to his body - notice the sound
Of a spear exiting His side
Soldier jerks it back, not an attack - they check if He′s alive
Flashback Spirit goes in His body His heart's beating
He is barely alive but this is for God's Kingdom
Says "Finish Is It" He spits water to a sponge
"Thirsty Am I" uttered from the breath in lungs
See Him receive God′s wrath for man′s sin
Taken in with joy by the slain lamb then
He tells John, "take care of my mom."
They cast lots for His garments just like in Psalms
The cross falls back to the earth
Nails burst from His wrist and feet
And then go back in reverse
Into the hands of the Roman soldiers
Who catch His body as it's thrown up
From the ground it ain′t over
He crawls back, cross on His back, down hill
Pilate's praetorium grounds the crowd still
Screaming for His execution deal out the retribution
Blasphemer no mercy on Him just abuse Him
Pull the whip from His back
Replace the flesh to His muscle
Tears roll up His face back in His eyes He′s in trouble
See thorns gripped against the Lord's brow
Take the crown from His head see the thorns now
They exit His flesh, blood trickles up His face
The wound closes up it is a picture of His grace
Spit flies from His cheek to the mouth of the soldiers
The sight it is deep see the crowd moving closer
Slapped and beaten, severely mistreated
This was all designed by God to bring us freedom