From Tragedy To Triumph
The Son of Man was crucified,
To pay for sin, for you and me;
He was crucified, on a wooden cross,
The darkest day in history,
As Jesus hung there on that cross,
The world was filled with gloom;
Then He cried out It is Finished!,
And was buried in a borrowed tomb.
His disciples turned away in sorrow,
For they thought that all was lost;
All their hopes had died with Jesus,
On that awful wooden cross.
Through the Sabbath day they waited,
There was nothing they could do,
Until early that Sunday morning,
When they hurried to the tomb.
But they found the tomb was empty;
They knew not how or when,
An angel was there to tell them:
Hes not here! He lives again!
No, the grave could not keep Jesus,
So from the darkest hour in history,
Jesus rose from death, to live forever
In triumphant victory!
Tragedy was turned to triumph,
In the world's most dreadful hour;
Jesus died, but rose up from the grave,
With resurrection power!
He bore the sins of all mankind,
So our sins could be forgiven,
So that we could have eternal life
With Him, one day in heaven!
Thank you, Jesus!
© 2018 by Kathryn Brandon; All rights reserved.
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