Your Triumph Over The Tomb
O, our Master of the Vineyard,
Crowned Monarch of our hearts.
You the gentle Lamb,
You rose from the recess of
a rocky tomb,
as ivory lilies gleamed in their presence
of celebration,
and proclaiming angels announced
Your triumph over the tomb.
You will harvest Your own for
the wine press.
We worship You,
Your living passion of love
for us here on earth's soil
sends our cherish of You
heavenward.
In the vestiges of us sinner's
bygone tears is joy, exultation joy,
as You stepped forward from death,
as the Lion of Judah. ~
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