BEAUTIFUL SAVIOR

Jesus, weak from torture,

His shoulders cut and sore,
Was forced to carry his own cross,

As all our sins he bore.

And when he felt exhausted,

The jeering crowd drew near
To laugh at him and mock him,

And all his sufferings cheer.

And when they reached the summit

Of the round and sandstone hill,
The birds were singing sweetly

And the air was clear and still.

Jesus thought how lovely

And glorious it would be
To live with loving friends again,

Those days in Galilee.

But the soldiers took no thought of this,

They had a job to do,
They hoisted him upon the cross

And drove the long nails through.

They put a nail through hands and feet,

And then to make more sure,
They drove a cruel nail through his wrists

To finish the chore.

His blood again began to flow,

Some drops he shed for you.
He suffered, bled, and died for all,

That we might live anew.

So when we drink the water

And eat the broken bread,
Think back upon the Savior

And the precious blood he shed.

Let us remember, and be sure,

Our heart and hands are clean as they can be;
Let us bow our heads and whisper,

“We do remember thee.”

~author unknown

I give thanks this Easter Sunday, for my Savior, for His life, for His love for me and His willingness to die for me! I cannot comprehend it but I am eternally grateful for Him.

~HAPPY EASTER~