Sonrise

The streets were filled in Jerusalem, But not to celebrate the Passover. Scorners joyfully mocked Him, The true were saddened to see Him suffer, As He carried the cross upon His shoulders, As He wore a thorn-made crown. He hung upon Calvary with the guilty others. He could have called angels to take Him down, But He chose to bare the sins of the world and die. That day the world was filled with blackened sky. They placed Him in a grave, sealed by stone; Thinking that He was, surely, gone. But on the third day, there arose a Son. In that morning: a SonRise like none had seen. On Sin's darkest day, the brightest Son arose: A Savior rising from beyond Death's horizon. Hallelujah! Jesus, my Savior and Lord arose, And in Sin's darkest night, we are given Heaven's own bright Son.