The tears may fall, but faith remains,
Jehovah’s promise soothes my pain.
Though sleep may come, it’s not the end,
I’ll see my mom and hug her again.
The voice of Christ, so warm, so near,
Will end the silence we now fear.
He’ll call, “Come out!”—and all will rise,
With endless life before our eyes.
Jehovah’s hand will wipe each tear,
His voice of comfort draws us near.
“Your brother will rise” — words pure and true,
Eternal hope made real for you.
We’ll see them walk where flowers gleam,
Awaking softly from their dream.
Each face renewed, each pain undone,
Beneath the shining, endless sun.
Jehovah’s yearning fills the air,
To bring back those beyond our care.
His memory holds each tender part,
Each soul engraved upon His heart.
Jehovah’s hand will wipe each tear,
His voice of comfort draws us near.
“Your brother will rise” — words pure and true,
Eternal hope made real for you.
Jehovah’s hand will wipe each tear,
His voice of comfort draws us near.
“Your brother will rise” — words pure and true,
Eternal hope made real for you.
The righteous earth will sing His name,
And none will suffer loss or shame.
The voice that once raised Lazarus near,
Will call again — each one will hear.
The sun will rise on tears now dry,
No sorrow left, no need to cry.
The fields of peace, the songs of grace,
Will fill the earth, each heart embrace.
Jehovah’s hand will wipe each tear,
His voice of comfort draws us near.
“Your brother will rise” — words pure and true,
Eternal hope made real for you.
Let faith take root, let hope remain,
Through darkest nights and deepest pain.
For life awaits beyond the skies,
And every sleeper will arise.
Until that day, we stand and trust,
Jehovah’s promise never rusts.
His Son has proved what He will do,
And life begins again — brand new.
Jehovah’s hand will wipe each tear,
His voice of comfort draws us near.
“Your brother will rise” — words pure and true,
Eternal hope made real for you.
When graves surrender what was lost,
And love outweighs what death once cost,
Our hearts will see His mercy’s plan,
The life restored by His own hand.
Jehovah’s hand will wipe each tear,
His voice of comfort draws us near.
“Your brother will rise” — words pure and true,
Eternal hope made real for you.
Jehovah’s hand will wipe each tear,
His voice of comfort draws us near.
“Your brother will rise” — words pure and true,
Eternal hope made real for you.
Eternal hope made real for you.
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