Your brother will rise

The tears may fall, yet faith will stay,
Jehovah’s promise lights our way.
Though sleep may come, it’s not the end,
He’ll call our loved ones back again.

The voice of Christ, so calm, so near,
Will pierce the silence we now fear.
“Come out!” he’ll say, and hearts will soar,
As life returns forevermore

Jehovah’s hand will wipe each tear,
His voice of comfort draws us near.
“Your brother will rise” — words pure and true,
Eternal hope made real for you.

We’ll see them walk where flowers gleam,
Awaking softly from their dream.
Each face renewed, each pain undone,
Beneath the shining, endless sun.

Jehovah’s yearning fills the air,
To bring back those beyond our care.
His memory holds each tender part,
Each soul engraved upon His heart.

Jehovah’s hand will wipe each tear,
His voice of comfort draws us near.
“Your brother will rise” — words pure and true,
Eternal hope made real for you.

The tomb will lose its power and gloom,
When love steps through the open tomb.
No chain of death can ever stay,
When life itself has found the way.

The promise true through ages told,
Will bloom again as days unfold.
Each whisper heard, each tear He’s caught,
Restoring all His hands have wrought.

Jehovah’s hand will wipe each tear,
His voice of comfort draws us near.
“Your brother will rise” — words pure and true,
Eternal hope made real for you.

The righteous earth will sing His name,
And none will suffer loss or shame.
The voice that once raised Lazarus near,
Will call again — each one will hear.

The sun will rise on tears now dry,
No sorrow left, no need to cry.
The fields of peace, the songs of grace,
Will fill the earth, each heart embrace.

Jehovah’s hand will wipe each tear,
His voice of comfort draws us near.
“Your brother will rise” — words pure and true,
Eternal hope made real for you.

Let faith take root, let hope remain,
Through darkest nights and deepest pain.
For life awaits beyond the skies,
And every sleeper will arise.

Until that day, we stand and trust,
Jehovah’s promise never rusts.
His Son has proved what He will do,
And life begins again — brand new.

Jehovah’s hand will wipe each tear,
His voice of comfort draws us near.
“Your brother will rise” — words pure and true,
Eternal hope made real for you.

When graves surrender what was lost,
And love outweighs what death once cost,
Our hearts will see His mercy’s plan,
The life restored by His own hand.

Jehovah’s hand will wipe each tear,
His voice of comfort draws us near.
“Your brother will rise” — words pure and true,
Eternal hope made real for you.
Jehovah’s hand will wipe each tear,
His voice of comfort draws us near.
“Your brother will rise” — words pure and true,
Eternal hope made real for you.
Eternal hope made real for you.

Country classic, swing, anthem, twin guitar, deep bass and drums 
Male singer