HE AROSE! THE SHOUT THAT CHANGED THE WORLD by Mariane Holbrook  They gathered round the market square, in clusters great and small. In vain they tried their very best to comprehend it all. Some pointed back to Calvary’s hill, some lingered near the tomb, While others cried to God above to lift this cloud of gloom. The hours went by, some went on home, no answers for their grief. Some felt deceived, some felt betrayed and drowned in unbelief. That Saturday was worst of all, for they were sure He’d died. Their friends had stopped their mocking now; they’d proved that Jesus lied. But Sunday morning all had changed and shouting filled the air, “Our Lord has risen as He said, And He’s no longer there!” The women ran from house to house and banged upon each door. “He is not dead! Our Saviour lives! Just like He was before!” The gathered round the market square, they sang, they danced, they prayed, They peered into the open tomb where Jesus had been laid. To Thomas, Jesus showed His hands to help his unbelief. Five hundred hovered near Him as He took away their grief. The empty tomb, the risen Lord, the Cornerstone He laid; Upon those words our faith depends, for us the price He paid. All praise and honor shall be His and evermore shall be, For He arose! He conquered death for me eternally!