On the cross of Calvary,
Jesus died for you, for me,
But He rose again on the,
The third,
When the stone had rolled away.

He paid the ransom on His own,
That we would never be alone,
Now we have peace forevermore,
Until we reach that restful shore.

No more sorrow, no more pain,
No more heartaches ever again,
We’ll be forever in eternity,
Because our sins, have been set free.

What a meeting we’ll have by and by,
When we meet with loved ones- home,
On high,
We will sing new songs of praise,
And joy.

No more bombing, no more war,
Only peace forevermore,
So you hang in there, and stand tall,
As you wait for the trumpet call.

Cocoa-Ann Hart ©
Sept 20, 2001,
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