The skies grew dark, His death drew nigh
And hope fled from the earth,But by His death a broken world
Was granted a rebirth.
From darkness rose a living hope,
And death began to fail,
For, though our sin brought Him that death,
Still it could not prevail.
So, while I live in darkness now,
I know light will return,
And it is toward that new light
My heart will ever yearn.
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