Be of good cheer,
Child of Light.
Jesus Died to make you right.
Clothed in His Right to Glory.
Believe in the
True Resurrection story.
Joy comes in the morning,
Though tonight,
you’re sad and blue.
Remember Dearest Savior,
And all He has done for you.
Praying in a scented garden,
When Jesus faced our Cross,
To bring us back to God,
our Father,
And turn to gain from loss.
Jesus would face true pains of hell,
To give us hope to live and tell,
Of new life clean and purified.
With His Precious Blood
and the Tears He Cried,
We’ll forever sit at
God’s Right Side.
Though Greatest Savior
faced His darkest night,
He still prayed for you,
His Child of Light.
Messiah, Savior, Greatest King,
Knew your anguish, pain, and sigh,
Caught in Satan’s snare.
He knew that you would surely die,
Without Him dying there.
Who could know a love so deep?
Hope and prayer,
A second glance,
A wake from dying sleep.
Plucked out of a fire,
Your soul forever keep,
To always sing and dance.
Pleasant and bright.
Escaped from lusts’ desire,
And God’s Truest Love
not far from your sight.


Ida Rosetta Raye Johnson