He is risen indeed! I had the privilege of singing these two songs with our church choir this morning. I can't describe the emotions we all felt while singing them...singing of the hope we have in our resurrected Saviour. I hope just reading these words will bless you as they did us. Day Three
Words and Music by Jerry Salley
Day one, they found Him guilty and sentenced Him to die.
When the crowd heard the news, they shouted, "Crucify!".
Crowned with thorns, they mocked His name and nailed Him to a cross.
He hung there 'til His dying breath.
Day one, all hope was lost.
Day two was still and quiet, the crowd had all gone home;
His broken body in the tomb, sealed with the soldier's stone.
Believers who had followed Him grieved and questioned why.
Seeds of fear and doubt take hold.
Day two, disciples hide.
Day three, His body's missing, the stone was rolled away!
An angel of the Lord appeared when the women came.
Trembling out of fear and joy, amazed at what they find,
they quickly run to spread the word.
Day three, He is alive!
Day one the hill ran crimson red, the blood to cleanse all sin.
Day two reminds us, keep the faith when the doubts set in.
What a diff'rence one day makes from death to victory.
The cross became an empty grave on day three.
They nailed Him to a cross; He was condemned to die.
They placed Him in a tomb, no hope that He'd survive.
He rose from the grave, and now He is alive!
In Christ Alone
Travis Cottrell
In Christ alone, my hope is found;
He is my light, my strength, my song.
This cornerstone, this solid ground,
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm.
What heights of love, what depths of peace,
The fears are stilled, when strivings cease.
My Comforter, my All in all,
Here in the love of Christ I stand.
In Christ alone, Who took on flesh,
Fullness of God in helpless Babe.
This gift of love and righteousness,
Scorned by the ones He came to save.
'Til on that cross, as Jesus died,
The wrath of God was satisfied,
For every sin on Him was laid;
Here in the death of Christ I live.
There in the ground His body lay,
Light of the world by darkness slain.
Then bursting forth in glorious day,
Up from the grave he rose again!
And as He stands in victory,
Sin's curse has lost its grip on me;
For I am His and He is mine,
Bought with the precious blood of Christ.
No guilt in life, no fear in death,
This is the pow'r of Christ in me.
From life's first cry to final breath,
Jesus commands my destiny;
No power of hell, no scheme of man
Can ever pluck me from His hand;
'Til He returns or calls me home,
Here in the pow'r of Christ I'll stand!
