The clouds had wept, yet sun had kept
enough light on my mind -
that I could see weak memories -
though I could never find.
I, at a loss, to see this cross
and of its fuller meaning.
I pondered some and then was done
and saw it all as 'feeling'.
But truth be told, it is of old,
the crafty serpent lied.
So overflowed, that grace of gold,
the day that Jesus died.
Was God's design that sunlight shine
on my eternal soul?
Did I assess my faithfulness?
For He is in control!
A ray of hope, a saving rope
a haloed noose divine -
relieved my stress through Holiness
with true forgiveness, mine.
When faith survived, death was deprived
on earth, as up above.
Death isn't black - with Jesus back.
I'm flooded with His love!
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