When death draws near, our eyes still look ahead,
Jehovah sees each tear we’ve softly shed.
His promise stands: the tombs will yield their own,
No sleeping friend forgotten or unknown.
Like seeds that sleep beneath the winter snow,
At Jesus’ call, in beauty we will grow.
Jehovah’s voice will wake us from the night,
To walk this earth in everlasting light.
There will be a resurrection, Jehovah, we believe,
You’ll call them from the dust, the ones for whom we grieve.
Through Jesus’ blood and ransom, our hope will never fade,
We’ll sing about your Kingdom and the life that you have made.
Lord Jesus, you were raised and will never die,
Your empty tomb gives hope we can’t deny.
You proved that death must bow before your might,
You are the way, the truth and the light.
The righteous who now sleep will hear your voice,
In Paradise awake and then rejoice.
The blind will see, the lame will dance and run,
All praising you, Jehovah, and your Son.
There will be a resurrection, Jehovah, we believe,
You’ll call them from the dust, the ones for whom we grieve.
Through Jesus’ blood and ransom, our hope will never fade,
We’ll sing about your Kingdom and the life that you have made.
Those “other sheep” who served you to the end
Will stand again beside each faithful friend.
Their weary hands, once tired from the race,
Will rise in thanks for Jehovah’s loving grace.
Old pain is gone; no hospitals, no sighs,
No grieving crowds, no hearse, no last good-byes.
Your tent is filled with laughter, not with tears,
Jehovah gently calms our former fears.
There will be a resurrection, Jehovah, we believe,
You’ll call them from the dust, the ones for whom we grieve.
Through Jesus’ blood and ransom, our hope will never fade,
We’ll sing about your Kingdom and the life that you have made.
The “unjust” wake to learn your holy ways,
And choose to walk in truth through endless days.
The earth made new, your justice shining bright,
Reveals the depth of your forgiving light.
So till that day, we preach from door to door,
We speak of life where death will be no more.
With living hope our hearts refuse despair,
Jehovah, we will trust your tender care.
When graves give up their silent, sleeping ones,
We’ll run to meet parents, daughters and our sons.
Old friends and those we loved will be set free,
Reunited again, what a day of joy it will be.
There will be a resurrection, Jehovah, we believe,
You’ll call them from the dust, the ones for whom we grieve.
Through Jesus’ blood and ransom, our hope will never fade,
We’ll sing about your Kingdom and the life that you have made.
There will be a resurrection, Jehovah, we believe,
You’ll call them from the dust, the ones for whom we grieve.
Through Jesus’ blood and ransom, our hope will never fade,
We’ll sing about your Kingdom and the life that you have made.
JazzyNoise94
