No Bones About It

They took His body from the cross, where Jesus bled and died They carried him to a borrowed tomb and placed our Lord inside But in three days, the guards could see the stone was rolled away They couldn't find a thing inside on Resurrection day No bones about it, Jesus isn't there The tomb in which His body lay is, empty and bare They'll never find an artifact, not even a hair No bones about it, Jesus isn't there One day when my life's work is done and my time comes to die Well, they'll lay my body in the ground, and say one last goodbye But when our Lord is ready and the trumpet calls me home That grave won't ever hold me, just like Jesus, I'll be gone No bones about it, Jesus isn't there The tomb in which His body lay is empty and bare They'll never find an artifact, not even a hair No bones about it, Jesus isn't there No bones about it, Jesus isn't there The tomb in which His body lay, is empty and bare They'll never find an artifact, not even a hair No bones about it, Jesus isn't there Well, they'll never find an artifact, not even a hair No bones about it, don't ever doubt it No bones about it, Jesus isn't there