 For The Son Will Rise
By George Thurlow
In the darkness of Good Friday
All hopes and dreams were gone, Those of them that knew Him Grief stricken and forlorn. How quickly now forgotten All the words that Jesus spoke,
Of the things that soon would happen
And of the blessed hope. Dismayed and fully discouraged They were blinded to the fact, This wasn't the final curtain, But the opening act! It was only the beginning Of greater things to come, For Christ was not defeated... A battle had been won. On resurrection morning Who could believe their eyes? For the Lord had risen And walked the earth alive. It wasn't the nails that held Him There upon old Calvary's tree, But love beyond all measure So deep towards you and me. Joy came in the morning For the Son did rise. There sprang a hope eternal... We too shall never die. For those who call upon Him, And invite the Savior in, There is a new day dawning With a life set free from sin. The veil will then be lifted You'll see with spiritual eyes. Darkness will be driven... In your heart the Son will rise. |
