No Longer Afraid
My mother-in-law, the pastor’s wife
the neighbor’s friend, and her son.
A sister in Christ, all have gone home.
I miss them, everyone.
Death used to scare me, I’d tremble with fear
Just thinking of his icy hand,
Stealing my soul away from me,
To an unknown and scary land.
Now death isn’t frightening, I don’t run away
Begging for someone to save.
Because I’ve met the One, God’s only Son,
Who once walked away from His grave.
He is alive, I have no doubt
Though a long time ago, He died.
For three long days, His family and friends
Huddled together and cried.
On the third day, the scripture does say
That the grave and the stone couldn’t hold
The One who created and put them in place,
Just as the prophets foretold.
He visited Mary, His mother, and friends,
And promised His Spirit to them,
So others would know, and be able to show
The way to the Father, through Him.
Two thousand years ago, Jesus ascended,
His Spirit He sent down to earth.
He’s up there still, the Father’s ear to fill
With stories of our second birth.
.
But sometimes He comes back to this place
Where the ground was once stained with His blood.
And He touches the heart of someone afraid,
And banishes fear with His love.
How do I know? He came to see me
At a time I was scared and alone.
I needed Him, and neither time nor space
Could keep Him from one of His own.
So death is a friend, and though not very close,
He no longer gives me a fright.
For I know one day, he’ll take me away
And for the first time, all will be right.
I’ll be with my Lord, my Savior, my God
And this place will vanish from thought,
When I see His face, and His wondrous grace,
And have the freedom His scars have bought,
To Him I’ll bow down, and give every crown
To the One Who for my sake, did die,
If I get my way, on that wonderful day
On my face, at His feet I will lie.
Then He’ll gently lift me, and hold me tight.
And look into my eyes
And with no barrier in the way,
His love wearing no disguise,
He’ll call me “child” and His eyes will sparkle.
So now with every breath I pray
That I’ll do His will, every day until,
At last, “Well done,” He will say
My mother-in-law, the pastor’s wife
the neighbor’s friend, and her son.
A sister in Christ, all have gone home.
I miss them, everyone.
Death used to scare me, I’d tremble with fear
Just thinking of his icy hand,
Stealing my soul away from me,
To an unknown and scary land.
Now death isn’t frightening, I don’t run away
Begging for someone to save.
Because I’ve met the One, God’s only Son,
Who once walked away from His grave.
He is alive, I have no doubt
Though a long time ago, He died.
For three long days, His family and friends
Huddled together and cried.
On the third day, the scripture does say
That the grave and the stone couldn’t hold
The One who created and put them in place,
Just as the prophets foretold.
He visited Mary, His mother, and friends,
And promised His Spirit to them,
So others would know, and be able to show
The way to the Father, through Him.
Two thousand years ago, Jesus ascended,
His Spirit He sent down to earth.
He’s up there still, the Father’s ear to fill
With stories of our second birth.
.
But sometimes He comes back to this place
Where the ground was once stained with His blood.
And He touches the heart of someone afraid,
And banishes fear with His love.
How do I know? He came to see me
At a time I was scared and alone.
I needed Him, and neither time nor space
Could keep Him from one of His own.
So death is a friend, and though not very close,
He no longer gives me a fright.
For I know one day, he’ll take me away
And for the first time, all will be right.
I’ll be with my Lord, my Savior, my God
And this place will vanish from thought,
When I see His face, and His wondrous grace,
And have the freedom His scars have bought,
To Him I’ll bow down, and give every crown
To the One Who for my sake, did die,
If I get my way, on that wonderful day
On my face, at His feet I will lie.
Then He’ll gently lift me, and hold me tight.
And look into my eyes
And with no barrier in the way,
His love wearing no disguise,
He’ll call me “child” and His eyes will sparkle.
So now with every breath I pray
That I’ll do His will, every day until,
At last, “Well done,” He will say