Ash Wednesday to Pentecost
Light Years
- All grieving is past, the tomb opened wide
Seems light years away from the wound in His side;
But He was victorious by virtue of loss,
His graveclothes picked out with the Sign of the Cross. - Compared with His pain, our trials are small
But coloured by guilt that our sin was His haul;
Yet now He is risen our souls dare to sing
Locked into salvation by His suffering. - Where guilt is a trap the penitent treads
A pathway to God where His son intercedes;
And because our own acts are unfit for reward
We thank our Creator for Jeus Our Lord. - All Glory to God whose infinite reign
Translates in His Son who is risen again:
And praise to the Spirit, incarnator and heir
Of Jesus Our Saviour; Sing Alleluia.