A Gift
In a garden dark and still
A good Son knelt, to do His Father’s will
And soon He fell upon His face
Taking on Himself our disgrace.
And while He suffered an angel came
To comfort Him in His intense pain.
But the weight of our sins no one else could bear
It had to be endured as He suffered there.
And once the pain eased up enough that He could walk again.
The soldiers came into the night, and they arrested Him.
And after He’d been beaten by those He came to save
He endured the cross and chose to leave His body for the grave.
And lightning came, and the Earth did quake
His friends His body they did take
And reverently, but quickly too
They laid Him to rest, as friends would do.
And mourned His loss, for it was very great.
And they did not understand His fate.
And sadness reigned, and a hopeless night
Before Easter came, with the morning light.
For Christ had risen from the dead and had called Mary’s name.
And because of this, the world was saved, and would never be the same.
Death had not power to keep us now.
Sin was conquered if we just learn how
To turn to the one who conquered all
And saved us from death and the fall.
Christ lives and loves us. He’s our friend.
His life a gift, our lives to mend.
1 comment:
Both of these are so beautiful! Thank you.
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