Friday, December 11, 2015


Lost in the wilderness,
Or on the waves of the sea,
Call out God's children
To the King from Galilee.

Though bruised in the battle,
Though burned by the sun,
We all became victors when
He said, "It is done."

The depth of our sorrows:
No eye can see.
Except one in a Man
Who said, "Come, Follow Me."

The pain we all face,
Through toil and snares,
Becomes washed away
In the blood of His care.

The grave has no victory,
And death has no sting.
They were defeated 
By our eternal King!

Our woes and our sorrows
Bring us all pain,
But Israel's God
Will rend them in twain.