It’s the darkest day in history—
When you died there on that tree
And bore our sins so we could be free
Free from the chains
Of sin that held us
Captive since birth, our Lord and Savior reigns
We mourn the loss
Of the perfect Lamb
The One who took our place, once upon a cross
But we look ahead
To Sunday dawn
When the tomb will be empty we know
When our tears are replaced
With hope for the future
And a life, an eternity
