Not a day to cry tears of sorrow.
For the day after tomorrow,
We shout, “He is Risen! He is Risen indeed!”
He was pierced and for us and did Bleed.
They pierced His hands and stabbed His side.
Surely on that Cross He cried.
They offered Him putrid wine.
Place upon Him a crown of thorny vine.
They placed it on His head.
This wished Him dead!
The people stood in fear.
Our Saviour’s blood flowed like a tear.
He died high on that Cross.
For a time all was a loss.
The curtain from top to bottom was torn.
He died for those not yet born.
He died for you and me.
That we may be set free.
The day turned to night.
For a moment we lost our fight.
Oh the tears that were cried.
That day our Father died.
But, the day after tomorrow,
We will no longer sorrow.
For we will shout, “He is Risen! He is Risen indeed!”
My God thank you for planting that Seed.