Part 1: Good Friday
Unspoken words – I hear them clear
They speak above the rest
I hold them near and hide them here:
The heart inside my chest
Part 2: Saturday
Unspoken words – my Savior lay
Alone in Joseph’s tomb
Oh, heavy heart, cry not today
For Sunday’s coming soon
Part 3: Easter Sunday
Unspoken words – the Son, He rose
A new and glorious morn’
He shines on me and now I know
I’ll never feel the thorns
.
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 12:17 PM UTC
Part 1: Good Friday
Unspoken words – I hear them clear
They speak above the rest
I hold them near and hide them here:
The heart inside my chest
Part 2: Saturday
Unspoken words – my Savior lay
Alone in Joseph’s tomb
Oh, heavy heart, cry not today
For Sunday’s coming soon
Part 3: Easter Sunday
Unspoken words – the Son, He rose
A new and glorious morn’
He shines on me and now I know
I’ll never feel the thorns
.
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