Were He Not Raised

Were he not raised,

Our lives would be o’er,

The moment we entered

Through death’s dark door.

Were he not raised,

Our faith would be vain,

Our message, deceptive,

Our giving insane.

But he was raised,

Of our faith we are sure,

Of our message convicted,

Of our hope, we’re secure.

Yes he was raised,

Sitting at God’s right hand.

And there he’ll remain,

Till we with him stand.

-Brad Fry