~*~ EASTER ~*~

It was a day of sorrow
when for me my Savior died
Hanging upon that cruel cross
with thieves on either side.

His hands and feet with nails were pierced
a sword driven in his side
His mother kneeling at the foot of the cross
her heart was broken, Oh how she cried.

But from the cross came these words
" Forgive them Father , they know not what they do "
He told the thieves "This day with me, to heaven you will go "
and after all this time the same still holds true for me and you.

The skies grew dark, the thunder rolled
and there on the cross he died
A friend in the crowd came and carried Him away
to a tomb and laid him inside

The tomb was sealed with a heavy stone
and three days later He arose and the stone was rolled away
And because of this our Savior lives
and we have an Easter Day.

DeVota H. Littrell © 2005



 

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