I Am Risen
I Am Risen
Why do we sorrow?
We chosen?
Sorrow gives way to joy, when belief triumphs in inspiration,
Creative bursts of healing and ecstasy,
My cup runneth over,
Why do we sorrow?
We chosen?
Is it our fate?
There is another way,
The lamb’s yoke is easy and his burden is light,
Joy is the destiny of the prophet,
The cross waits for everyman, but after the cross resurrection triumphs in inspiration,
I am here, I am real, I am risen. Selah!
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