Easter Sunday

It is with much sadness they watched Him
Carrying a tree that would bring Him death
Soldiers even gambled for all His garments
They wouldn’t even wait for His last breath

Our Savior was crucified that dreadful day
Hanging on the cross they made Him carry
Up the side of a mount they called Calvary
Hitting Him each time He seemed to tarry

He gave His life so we could go to Heaven
Taking our sins as if they were His to bear
Enduring all of the pain they gave to Him
All that time there He shed not one tear

When His blood had drained from His body
A death the Roman soldiers mocked with glee
His life on this old Earth was now over and done
He died to cover all the sins of both you and me

He was laid to rest in a dark and empty cave
A bolder blocked the entrance where He lay
He was the son of God and was resurrected
We now celebrate this event as Easter Sunday

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