The Easter Story

Up on a hill called Golgotha They nailed him to a tree, And there my good Lord took my sins And there he died for me. What scribbling words are good enough? For all he sacrificed? No thank you ever would suffice For all his perfect love. All insults bore he with the cost The sacrifice was plain As willingly he took the cross His face was etched with pain. This paschal lamb would reconcile Mankind as none before And offer man the key to find The way to heavens door. That God would give his only son I cannot take it in. And at this blessed Easter time Let me praise God again. Written March 9th, 2002 © on Mar 09 2002 03:50 AM PST   0 • 13