He is risen, a man of destiny;
The long awaited promise come to pass!
He is risen, my river of joy, my fountain of hope.
In his victory, history rewritten
The pain and sorrow, the means to an end.
To those who knew him, an answer to a prayer,
To those who would hear of him, a legacy of love.
He is risen, the keeper of my soul.
He is forever, even as all things cease to be.
I see his glory in all things renewed;
I sense his presence, when in the midst of chaos,
I sense his presence, when I cry, and ache, and yearn.
Because he is risen, nothing is impossible.
Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things. ~Philippians 4:8~