Written by Mark Bishop
I’ve been right where you are. I know all about the pain and the scars.
And yes, I listen when you pray. My heart is touched by every word you say.
For I remember how the tears flowed. Oh their memory will never fade.
And child, the years have not diminished the promise that I made.
Your Easter Sunday… is on its way.
Though on Friday night it seems a million miles away.
And if your Saturday’s in darkness, you’re waiting for the light of day,
I’m here to say… your Easter Sunday is on its way.
That valley seems so low, but in the darkness there’s a light that glows.
A tender mercy from above… For when there’s nothing there is still God’s love.
And when they tell you there is no hope, well that’s just words that people say.
Soon that burden will be lifted and that stone will roll away.
Your Easter Sunday… is on its way.
Though on Friday night it seems a million miles away.
And if your Saturday’s in darkness, you’re waiting for the light of day,
I’m here to say… your Easter Sunday is on its way.
Your Easter Sunday… is on its way.
Though on Friday night it seems a million miles away.
And if your Saturday’s in darkness, you’re waiting for the light of day,
I’m here to say… your Easter Sunday is on its way.
I’m here to say… your Easter Sunday is on its way.