Dawn unfurls her rosy veil across the hill,
And with her gentle breath, despair is still.
Where shadows clung to broken hearts below,
A risen Savior bids the darkness go.
Tears once soaked the soil of Calvary’s slope,
Now glisten as dew tokens of boundless hope.
The stone once sealed in silent, mocking scorn
Lies cast aside, as grief is now reborn.
Behold the gift: repentance whispered sweet,
Forgiveness flowing warm at wounded feet.
Grace, a crimson river, floods each weary soul,
Healing every fracture, making shattered whole.
Infinite atonement light without an end,
A covenant of love that death cannot suspend.
He walks through morning’s glow with gentle hand,
Guiding us onward to that promised land.
Beneath His banner of mercy, fears unwind,
Protection carved in scars we cannot find.
From hopeless night to resurrection’s song,
We rise with Him redeemed, secure, and strong.
Eternal progression blooms in every heart,
A journey graced by love that will not part.
In Christ’s triumph, sorrow meets its release,
And in His victory, all creation sings of peace.
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