Lyrical Riffs These were days of angry ways,
Freedom lost in painful haze,
Cries for liberty were rising up.
Would-be heroes came and went,
Battered hopes lie smashed and bent,
A people on the verge of giving up.
Then one day a young man came,
From desert days, knew joy and pain,
A local boy about to be made good.
He lived a life of warmth and care,
People saw and joined him there,
Life exploding in that neighbourhood.
But threatened by the rising tide,
Those in charge sneered and cried,
‘Get rid of him, he’s no good to us.’
One bleak night the bullies came,
With savage strength and darkened shame,
Snatched this good man right away from us.
No hope for him, no justice here,
Fake truth steeped in lies and fear,
Threats and pressure soon got him condemned.
A wooden cross, three nails of scorn,
A broken man, his body torn,
They surely knew that this would be the end.
Two days later, a blood red dawn,
A quaking world is now reborn,
A group of friends come looking for his grave.
Their mouths then drop wide open there,
Death lies bruised and broken there,
The local boy’s alive, and here to save.
No longer held by death’s dark snare,
The chains of wrong lie broken there,
He walks into the future, strong and free.
And with us now he hears our cry,
He’s the light that will not die,
The humble road to life for you and me.
‘The Sun of Righteousness will rise…’ Malachi 4 v 2
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