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Rise Up and Dance

Mordecai Eyobu Esquire · 🇺🇬 Uganda
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Before

the

mountains

learned

to

stand,

Before

the

oceans

held

God's

hand,

Before

the

stars

were

dressed

in

light,

The

Word

was

there

beyond

the

night.

And

when

the

breath

of

Eden

ceased,

When

sin

destroyed

the

garden's

peace,

When

Adam

hid

and

shame

took

hold,

God's

love

remained,

unbought,

untold.

Oh,

what

is

man

that

God

should

care?

A

breath,

a

shadow,

a

whispered

prayer.

Yet

heaven

looked

upon

our

shame,

And

mercy

called

us

by

our

name.

Not

with

silver,

not

with

gold,

But

with

a

story

prophets

told:

A

spotless

Lamb,

a

crimson

stream,

The

hope

of

every

broken

dream.

At

Calvary,

justice

met

with

grace;

The

Son

of

God

took

our

place.

The

hands

that

formed

the

stars

above

Were

pierced

by

nails

because

of

love.

And

there

He

hung

between

earth

and

sky,

The

sinless

One

condemned

to

die.

The

sun

grew

dark,

the

earth

did

shake,

And

veils

were

torn

for

mercy's

sake.

But

listen,

Church!

The

grave

was

borrowed!

Death

could

not

hold

the

King

of

sorrow.

On

the

third

day,

the

stone

rolled

away—

The

Resurrection

announced

a

new

day! ##

Chorus —

Sing

with

Power

Jesus

lives!

Hallelujah!

The

grave

has

lost

its

victory!

Jesus

reigns!

Hallelujah!

His

blood

has

purchased

liberty!

From

the

Cross

unto

the

throne,

He

has

claimed

us

as

His

own.

By

His

stripes

and

by

His

grace,

We

shall

see

Him

face

to

face!

Oh,

the

blood!

Oh,

the

blood!

That

washes

every

stain!

Oh,

the

Cross!

Oh,

the

Cross!

Where

love

defeated

shame!

Jesus

lives

forevermore!

He

has

opened

heaven's

door!

Hallelujah!

Christ

is

King!

Let

the

redeemed

arise

and

sing!

I

was

a

sinner,

lost

and

blind,

With

chains

of

darkness

round

my

mind.

I

tried

to

earn

what

grace

gives

free,

And

built

a

prison

out

of

me.

I

thought

that

God

would

count

my

tears,

My

good

intentions,

all

my

years.

But

Romans

teaches,

plain

and

true,

That

grace

is

what

makes

all

things

new.

For

we

are

saved

by

grace

through

faith,

Not

by

the

works

our

hands

create. (

Ephesians 2:8–9)

No

human

boasting,

none

can

stand;

Salvation

rests

in

God's

own

hand.

The

cross

declares

what

pride

denies:

We

cannot

save

ourselves

by

tries.

Yet

grace

is

not

a

license

to

sin,

It

is

the

power

to

change

within.

The

Spirit

teaches

hearts

to

turn,

And

makes

our

souls

for

holiness

yearn.

For

if

a

man

be

found

in

Christ,

The

old

has

passed;

new

life

has

risen. (2

Corinthians 5:17)

So

do

not

tell

me

grace

is

cheap,

When

Jesus

paid

a

price

so

deep.

The

gift

is

free,

but

hear

me

say:

It

cost

the

Son

His

life

that

day. ##

Chorus —

Repeat

Jesus

lives!

Hallelujah!

The

grave

has

lost

its

victory!

Jesus

reigns!

Hallelujah!

His

blood

has

purchased

liberty!

From

the

Cross

unto

the

throne,

He

has

claimed

us

as

His

own.

By

His

stripes

and

by

His

grace,

We

shall

see

Him

face

to

face!

Oh,

the

blood!

Oh,

the

blood!

That

washes

every

stain!

Oh,

the

Cross!

Oh,

the

Cross!

Where

love

defeated

shame!

Jesus

lives

forevermore!

He

has

opened

heaven's

door!

Hallelujah!

Christ

is

King!

Let

the

redeemed

arise

and

sing!

But

what

of

those

who

pray

and

wait?

Who

knock

on

heaven's

door

till

late?

Who

bury

dreams

and

wipe

their

eyes,

And

ask

God

why

the

promise

dies?

Remember

Joseph

in

the

prison,

Remember

David,

God's

anointed.

Remember

Job

upon

the

ash,

When

all

his

earthly

treasures

crashed.

The

pit

was

not

Joseph's

final

place;

The

cave

could

not

cancel

David's

grace.

And

Job,

though

wounded,

could

declare: "

My

Redeemer

lives!"

despite

despair.

Faith

is

not

the

absence

of

the

storm,

Nor

does

it

mean

our

days

are

warm.

Faith

is

trusting

God's

own

hand

When

we

cannot

understand

His

plan.

For

though

the

fig

tree

bears

no

fruit,

And

empty

vines

yield

no

produce,

Though

fields

are

barren,

cattle

gone,

Still

I

will

praise

the

Holy

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