The Rising Son
© By: Laurie Ragan Jenkins

Power over death
Waits on the Cross
For Jesus' last breath
In a secluded tomb
Three days later
The Rising Son appears
Vanishes mankind's doom

Power over death
For the Rising Son has breath
Rising up through Heaven's door
Cherished by His Father forevermore
God's dear Son Jesus wins be sure
Heaven holds His very breath
Enjoy His power over death




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