Our Promise
Our Promise
By Roy Blizzard III ™ © 2006
On a hill across the valley,
I can still see it now,
They led my dear Lord to die.
One of three men,
He hung on a tree,
Enduring the curse of us all.
As death came so coldly,
No man could know,
That with him we would live.
They placed him inside,
Of a dark, stone tomb,
And hoped he was dead and gone.
When the stone slammed shut,
And the seal was set,
The Father was anguished by us.
After the time,
Appointed by God,
The Son shone out of the darkness.
Only one of those three,
Rose from the dead,
And strolled past that great rolling stone.
He broke forth,
Leading us home,
Now a new day has come to us all.