They could hear the cry of that wailing mother
Groaning in painful sounds made only by broken heart
Words estranged from all reasoning
A language spoken only by lonely broken hearts
Her mind, derailed by the loss of her only son
A widow, still tortured by memories of her late beloved
Now the only comfort she had
Her only son is gone
Oh, what a grief she had to bear
Lost in the shadow of her bony structure
Enslaved by dreadful taskmasters of fear
In a devastating, shattered world
Gated from all soothing comfort
Every thought of her lifeless son
Came with deadly pains that tore her apart
Her every step sunk in the ground with so much heaviness
her knees buckled at every junction to his burial
And the multitude of mourners followed
The thought of her dead weighed endlessly on her fainting soul
Every teardrop, was a pleading cry for mercy
From her helpless, bleeding heart
But oh, what a moment
When the Master came to town, yeah
He arrived on the scene with so much power
Moved with compassion towards the grieving widow
And with the most soothing voice command
He said to her, “weep no more”
He touched the casket and aid to the dead man “arise”
The man sat up and began to speak
Jesus gave him back to his mother
And there was so much rejoicing
The good news spread everywhere
And still spreading today
He turned their mourning to merry singing
Their heaviness to joyful dancing
Their weeping, to joyful laughter
A sad ceremony turned into a celebration
He turned their mourning to merry singing
Their heaviness to joyful dancing
Their weeping, to joyful laughter
A sad ceremony turned into a celebration
Hallelujah, that same Jesus is here today
Weep no more, your miracle has come
Hallelujah, that same Jesus is here today
Weep no more, your miracle has come
You’ll be singing, celebrating
With so much joy and laughter
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Your miracle has come
You’ll be singing, celebrating
With so much joy and laughter
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Your miracle has come rejoice
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