The Stories Are True

The stories are true;
King Jesus is risen.
All who thirst for new life,
I beseech you, please listen.

His mercy flows like a flood;
All hail the King of glory.
For with His own blood,
He’s re-written our story.

All that is evil,
Will soon be undone.
The Lamb of God, Jesus,
Has faced Death and won.

The Lord of creation,
Came to earth as a man.
For though we fell from grace,
He enacted His plan.

To restore us to life,
With death He has dealt.
Our every sorrow and pain,
Himself, He has felt.

Though He did not deserve it,
He went to the cross.
To lay down His life,
He did not count as loss.

Our Lord stopped at nothing,
To raise us with Him.
To free us from death,
He stretched wide His own limbs.

A horror to behold,
He was nailed to a tree;
Torn beyond recognition,
Yet He rose on day three.

Though struck down in his prime,
He rose from the grave.
He devoured death,
For He is mighty to save.

Our King, He has conquered,
The darkness with light.
The High King of Heaven,
Has defeated the night.

Why would God come,
To suffer and die?
Take a look in the mirror,
For you are His why.

Come one and all;
The stories are true!
Know the comfort and love,
Of Him who died for you.

For He does not desire,
That any should perish.
All those born of men,
He does lovingly cherish.

Come drink from His fountain;
O taste and see!
For flowing down from the mountain,
Is His grace and mercy.

The stories are true;
Christ is alive!
Come be made new;
Let your heart, Him revive.