Easter Morning

Easter morning!

Mary ran toward the tomb of Jesus, her Lord,

Her soul was so sad; for He was with her no more;

With spices in hand, her respect she was there to apply,

The stone would be heavy but she must go and try;

The tomb was open the stone rolled away,

The world changed forever as she paused that day to pray;

The dark and gloomy tomb reserved for the dead,

Shone brightly around her as she ducked in her head;

The first thing she saw was an angel glowing bright,

Sitting on the slab, then she was filled with fright;

Who are you looking for here among the dead?

The Master has arisen don’t you remember what He said?

Death could not hold the perfect lamb of life,

The tomb gave Him up to be your eternal sacrifice;

He who was sinless became sin for you and I;

He who was perfect was now sentenced to die.

Like a lamb, Jesus was led to the cross for slaughter,

Never making a sound His blood was placed on the alter;

He has risen to the throne at the right hand of the Father,

To sit in judgment of those who said faith was too much of a bother;

Look no more among the dead, the angel said;

Look instead to the clouds and see the crown that sits on His head;

Satan could not stop Jesus’ mission to the cross,

The rest is up to us to accept or be counted a loss.

Praise God, Praise God, He died for me,

Praise God, Praise God, He lives for all, don’t you see.

BS Poteat