A New Day -- A New Way



Dark, so dark, that dreadful day
When in a borrowed tomb You lay
Sad, so sad our hearts, fearing ....
Our minds sick from the jeering
Of that maddened crowd out there
Not one seeming even to care
That You were the Promised One
You, who are the Father's own Son!

Oh, You'd told us this must be -
And told us that You'd rise -- We'd see
Told us that we must believe
And that we must not sit and grieve
On the third day, You were risen
Freeing us from earth's cold dark prison

Thank You, Lord!
Oh! Thank You!
--Arlene Hearn Price