~ Sunday Will Come ~

Day was dark with storm filled skies,
with heavy heart, tears filled my eyes.
I could not fight the empty gloom
alone I hid up in my room.

Why did I have this heavy load,
did I truly choose to walk this road?
If I have angels, where are they now,
I would that they would lift my bow.



But as the ground around me shakes
I feel a peace and my soul awakes.
I feel such love surround me there
'tis then I know my Saviorís near.

And as the Friday meets itís end
I feel such hope return again,
for though the day may darkened be
Sunday will come, for you and me.



© Forrest Phelps-Cook

By Elder Joseph B. Wirthlin
Of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles
The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints

'No matter how dark our Friday, Sunday will come.

The Resurrection transformed the lives of those who
witnessed it. Should it not transform ours? We will all
rise from the grave. On that day we will know the love
of our Heavenly Father and will rejoice that the Messiah
overcame all, that we could live forever.'



 



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