Sleep

We walk these long and weary miles, Through valleys deep and shadowed trials. The years roll on like endless seas, Till the final breath brings us to our knees. Death whispers cold, its sting so sharp, Cuts through the joy, leaves a broken heart. But for the ones who fall asleep, There’s a promise that the darkness cannot keep. O death, where is your sting? Grave, where is your victory? We do not grieve like those who have no hope, For in Christ the asleep will rise! The trumpet sounds, the Lord descends, Dead in Jesus rise again. We who remain are caught up in the air, Forever with the Lord — we’ll always be there! They mourn without a single light, Empty echoes in the endless night. No anchor holds when loved ones fall, Just final silence, that’s the end of all. But we have seen the risen Son, The victory already won. Though tears may fall along the road, Our sorrow rests in resurrection hope. O death, where is your sting? Grave, where is your victory? We do not grieve like those who have no hope, For in Christ the asleep will rise! The trumpet sounds, the Lord descends, Dead in Jesus rise again. We who remain are caught up in the air, Forever with the Lord — we’ll always be there! He’s coming with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, The sound of God’s own trumpet ringing through the sky. No more separation, no more goodbye, Every sleeping saint awakened in His light. The journey ends where joy begins, In the arms of the One who rose again! O death, you’ve lost your sting! Grave, you hold no victory! We grieve with hope because we know the truth — In Christ the asleep will rise! Together we will meet Him in the clouds, United, redeemed, before His throne we bow. This is our comfort, this is our song, Eternal life with Jesus — we belong! Encourage one another with these words… We will always be with the Lord.