Friday, seemed so bleak and sad,
How could it be ‘Good’?
Sunday is a-coming!
If everything that day was bad,
How could it be ‘Good’?
Sunday is a-coming!
A mother weeps nearby the Cross,
How could that be ‘Good’?
Sunday is a-coming!
A day when all was pain and loss,
How could that be ‘Good’?
Sunday is a-coming!
Hallelujah! - Sunday is a-coming!
On that third, (oh wondrous) day,
The stone of burial rolled away.
An empty tomb, for all to see,
Declared a conquering Majesty.
He who suffered such great loss,
In dying on a wooden cross,
Triumphant now, we will declare,
As songs of victory fill the air.
For Christ is risen from the dead;
The Church’s ever living Head.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice. I like it. I started a Good Shepherd poem today but haven't finished it yet. Maybe I will see if I can finish it right now.