When all seems dark

and monochrome,

Because you know

he’s not coming home.

You look t’ward the church

with its strong architecture,

Looks dead and dark,

but that’s just a conjecture.

Every spire points one way

revealing Who turns night to day.

Follow the cue and receive the Light

He who lives, conquered the night.

Believe in Him and your hope is renewed.

Look t’ward Heaven with a new attitude.

You will see him again.

You will see him again.

Death is overcome by victorious Life,

Darkness rolled back by glorious Light.

Hope is renewed.

My hope is renewed.

I will see him again.