Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Season of Mourning, the Dawn will Come

weep not beloved, by faithful bedside
watch was kept and angels wept, ‘twas his to decide
no tears, no doubt, no mourning for the living
spirit cried out, unfettered faith all forgiving

his beloved one, whose tethered heart knew home
drifted not from worldly bed but into life alone
awake oh sleeper, rise sweet sister
unencumbered will you dance as victor

released now from affliction, she is whole
dancing unashamedly, unhindered soul
body surrendered, the heart knows life
and with death bury strife

weep not beloved, the dawn is neigh
pain and anguish now subside
celebrate here a life well given
speak words of grace, for he is risen