HE LIVES

They all opened their arms and welcomed Him
And worshiped and love just who He was
He was innocent, for no crime was committed
Then the crowd asked to free Barabbus

And just like that, they turned their back
And wanted this sweet man to be crucified
It wasn't enough for Him to shed his blood
He loved us so much that He went and died

He was whipped and his skin was ripped
A destiny since the day that He was born
From head to toe, a crimson river flowed
Starting from a piercing crown of thorns

Ragged and beat and feeling so depleted
Unable to carry such a heavy, wooden cross
From Bethlehem to those nail-scarred hands
A sacrificial price was paid for all who are lost

His vision was blurred as he took sips of vinegar
He could barely see the huge crowd below
With cries of agony and Why have you forsaken me?
He lowered His head and gave up His ghost

His mother cried for her beloved Son had died
It had to have been a few hours passed noon
They took down His body and prepared it
And they place him directly inside of a tomb

As the women approached and got real close
They noticed the stone was just rolled away
Then an angel appeared saying He's not here
Hallelujah He's alive! Tell the other's today

With a smile on their face, they made haste
Because from a messenger they had news to give
Listen and hear our voice, cry no more and rejoice

For He conquered the grave, Yes the Savior LIVES!

Written by: James W. Mckay/3-31-23

Reviews

[Pencil in His Hand]

Thank you. Well penned and evocative.

[James Mckay]

Thank you once again for your comment. I greatly appreciate that

[Pencil in His Hand]

Pleasure. Keep shining