It is no simple act of grace
Which tears in two a temple veil
And stares the darkness in its face
And causes strength of men to fail.
For this is love: behold with fear
And joy and peace, all welcome here,
For this is love,
For this is love
Alive and drawing lost ones near.
Death has reigned on barren earth.
His kingdom conquers souls and hearts
Groaning for a Savior's birth.
Come conquerer, thy kingdom start!
This is the hope of all men's souls,
These marks of death are shattered; look!
This is our hope,
This is our hope,
And death must give back what he took.
It is the risen Son, once dead
Who holds the keys of death and time,
Alive forever, now the bread
And door and shepherd, gate and vine.
Forever more, men bear no blame
For sin departed, mercy came.
Forever more
Forever more
Is life to those who call his name.
postscript
A trijan refrain for the contest, "Alive Forevermore." There is little else more fundamentally comforting than the fact that Christ conquered death and sin and I only have to trust in Him and there's nothing else I can do. It's freeing rather than a burden, even for a control freak. I can't wait for Easter. It's my favorite holiday.