He's Alive!
“Forgive them, Father” “They know not what they do” He said, as they hurled insults Forgiving me too. His side was pierced His hands were nailed His blood was spilled His body assailed. As the sun stopped shining the curtain tore in two Jesus said, “I commit my Spirit, Father-- I commit it to you.” In the tomb they placed Him Where they thought he would stay Tightly wrapped in white linen On that Preparation Day Where is my Lord? Mary spoke from her heart To the tomb Sunday morning She came, while still dark. Why among the dead, Do you search for the living? He is not here, Mary. My Jesus had risen! My life to gain His life to lose Would I be willing If I had to choose To die for another Whose sins were not mine Would I have such compassion Be so loving and kind? Never could a love, So perfect as His come from my heart so stained and remiss. Never have we known love Like He showed us that day When he died on that cross Where our sins do n