In Death We Rise

Fear not, the grave has no power

For you will be with Me this hour

Through myriad eons of lost time

In sea of coal black sin

I was there - I am now -

I have been there - I have been there

Through dark medieval ages, and biblical invasions

The lonely sea - tranquility

The still reflection stares at me

Is broken by the sullen tears of loss and grief

Of loss and grief

Come to Me, all who are weary

And I will give you rest for you soul

My yoke and burden are light

To free you from your own plight

The sea of grace will separate your sin from Me

Your sin, your sin, from Me...