Victory!

Victory!

There is a garden at the base of the Mount of Olives named Gethsemane.

If the trees could speak, I wonder what they would say to you and me?

Their master, and ours, knelt there so long ago.

And suffered so much pain. Pain that we will never know.

And then He was arrested, and taken off to trial.

And those who loved Him really hoped he’d be free in a little while.

But the next day came with Jesus stumbling under a heavy load,

As he carried His heavy cross down the dusty road.

And people mocked and spit and laughed, while others hid in pain.

So deeply sad that their friend would die -- not to be seen again.

And nails pierced through His hands just could not be enough

They nailed His wrists to hold Him up upon the cross so rough.

He forgave the soldiers for the duty they performed

And for the mocking laughter, for they knew not whom they scorned.

And as He suffered agony, His mother suffered too

And Jesus asked His friend to help with what He could no longer do.

And crying out in agony to the Father that He loved

Who seemed to hide so far away in His heavenly home above,

Christ chose to die, for you and me, to save us from our sin,

And quickly He was taken down to a sepulchre so dim.

His followers mourned and howled and cried

Their sadness deep, and justified,

But on the third day, in the early morn

Christ rose, and hope again was born.

For death was conquered. Men were free.

To follow Christ for the victory

Over sin, and death, and sorrow too.

The greatest gift ever given to me, and you.

by Sherie