March 17, 2014


This will stand though the ground gives way.
His word and truth, the same this day.

Though stars will fade and give their last,
there is a hope that will not pass.
A trumpet calls from our true home,
a savior who died alone.
He made alive what was born dead,
fists and thorns he payed in red.
He bought with blood both you and me,
Our dear Christ is victory.