MY LORD AROSE THAT DAY

As I sit here and ponder about our fate today, and sigh,
I think of the day my Lord was crucified, and I start to cry,
He humbled Himself to the very utmost, He died for all our sin,
But I Praise God, He went into Hades and took the keys and arose again.

Our sweet Lord suffered so, for our sake and I Pray not in vain,
When He drew His last breath, the veil of the Temple was rent in twain,
He called out My God, My God, why hath Thou forsaken, me?
As was our dear Savior was still hanging upon that old tree.

And the earth quaked and the rocks were rent into, for He was Jesus,
Graves were opened and many Saints which slept, arose among us,
They came out of their graves after His resurrection and went into the city,
I know there were some who loved Jesus who thought, what a pity.

He was buried in a rich man’s tomb, hewn from a large rock that day,
And Mary Magdalene and another Mary sat at His sepulcher possibly to Pray,
For the love inside their heart for a Savior slain by the Fathers’ will,
That we might have forgiveness of sins then, and by His great redeeming love, still.

What are we to forget Him now? Should not we keep His word alive?
After all He went through, its through his precious love that we survive,
In the end of the Sabbath, came Mary Magdalene to see His grave,
And we who love Him, still seek Him, for we know our souls, He doth save.

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