From the recording Zion's Chapel
I love it when churches have burial grounds on their property. Like Zion's Chapel, it is a rarity these days. But when that happens, the property becomes Resurrection Ground!
Midwinter, it’s bitter, I’m standing here all alone
My mother, my father, lie here underneath this stone
and the snow keeps falling down
like kisses on my face, telling me this place is resurrection ground
Resurrection ground, your fields are sown with glory
The dead in Christ will hear the trumpet sound!
O happy day! Happy end to death’s sad story, in Christ we rise
Burst the bonds of earth, soon you will give birth, Resurrection ground!
Pass by them, so silent, most graves get no second glance
But I hear them, and I fear them, in death there’s no second chance
O let us in Christ be found!
Longing for His shout, let the saints come out! resurrection ground!
I grieve here, but I leave here comforted
There are kisses on my face, telling me this pace is resurrection ground!!!
©Charlotte Ryerson 2015