Relief

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Relief

When the night comes early

And morning's far away,

Then we can turn to Jesus

And get a glimpse of day.

When our hopes seem buried,

And joy is hard to find,

Then we can turn to Jesus

Who will give us peace of mind.

When sorrow seems so final,

And our laugh is buried deep,

Then we can turn to Jesus

For a joy that we can keep.

For once night did come early,

Jesus' cross was on a hill,

And wicked men felt triumph,

The our Savior they did kill.

Those who loved Him felt their hope

Was buried in the tomb,

And they wondered if they'd live

Through the terror and the gloom.

But the Lord's work was not finished,

The night, it soon did flee,

As Jesus rose up from the dead

For all mankind -- for me.

He took our grief and sorrows.

He took our fear and pain.

He took away the sting of death.

We all will live again.

And in our greatest trouble

And our times of greatest grief,

The Savior reaches out His hand

And sends to us relief.

(Written March 2012 for a friend)

He Lives!

 

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He Lives!

He's Come!  The Shepherds shouted out.

    Come! Let's go!  Let us follow now the star.

And off they go, to see what it's about.

    Where?  Oh where?  Wise men question from afar.

The star, it leads, those who follow to the Babe.

    The shepherds come, to worship in the night.

It comes to rest, o'er the stable where He lays.

    The wise men look, but are too far to reach the site.

The Babe is sent, out of Bethlehem one night.

    He must go, to save, for us, His life.

He goes, the wise men follow by the light.

    To give Him gifts, as He gives us eternal life.

He grows, and learns, grace by grace into a man.

    He teaches all, that they must come and follow Him.

He dies for us.  He suffers for the sins of man.

    He lives again, that we too can come be with Him.

He lives!  He lives!  The prophets say today.

    Come! Let's go!  Let us follow where they lead.

We come, we follow, like the shepherds on their way.

    To the Babe, the Man whose life was for our need.

Written between1994 and 1998

by Sherie Christensen