We saw Him come as the Warrior
King,
And our hallelujahs heralded
high hope.
We cried tears of more than
exultant joy.
We heard His lowly ride was
taken away,
And the weight of our manacles
remained.
We cried tears of continued
deep despair.
We beheld Him beaten so and
crucified,
But did as yet not understand
the why.
We cried tears, and felt
His searing pain.
We knew Him to be buried
with the dead,
And somehow felt His so
heavy darkness.
We cried tears as if lost
was all our hope.
Hearing news of His miracle
resurrection,
Disbelief mixed with the
hope it was true.
We cried tears because we
had no idea
what to do.
It was actually seeing Jesus
alive again
That pushed away every lingering
doubt.
We cried tears and could
not help but to
shout it out.
But we knew those who only
heard of it
Would need more than steady
convincing.
We cried tears nevertheless,
either way,
because the blinding veil had finally
been torn away.
We cry tears for both those
who believe
And those who choose to
stay the course
along the dark way.
The Holy Spirit's work is
not yet done.
We cry tears. |
