The clouds had wept, yet sun had kept
enough light on my mind -
that I could see weak memories -
that I could never find.
I, at a loss, to see this cross
and of its fuller meaning -
had pondered some and when was done
had saw it all as 'feeling'.
But truth be told, it is of old,
the crafty serpent lied.
So overflowed, that grace of gold,
the day that Jesus died.
Was God's design that sunlight shine
on my eternal soul?
Did I assess my faithfulness?
For He is in control!
A ray of hope, a saving rope
with hallowed grace divine -
relieved my stress through Holiness
for true forgiveness, mine.
When faith survived, death was deprived
on earth, as up above.
Death isn't black. With Jesus back
I'm flooded with His love!
enough light on my mind -
that I could see weak memories -
that I could never find.
I, at a loss, to see this cross
and of its fuller meaning -
had pondered some and when was done
had saw it all as 'feeling'.
But truth be told, it is of old,
the crafty serpent lied.
So overflowed, that grace of gold,
the day that Jesus died.
Was God's design that sunlight shine
on my eternal soul?
Did I assess my faithfulness?
For He is in control!
A ray of hope, a saving rope
with hallowed grace divine -
relieved my stress through Holiness
for true forgiveness, mine.
When faith survived, death was deprived
on earth, as up above.
Death isn't black. With Jesus back
I'm flooded with His love!
