It’s Easter
Can you imagine, being Him
Called Jesus . . .
He lived a perfect life,
Laid down for you and me
Betrayed in a garden,
Sent off for sentencing
No wrong had been committed
He carried the cross for you and me
A crown of thorns upon his head
Whipped and bleeding
He carried His cross instead
For you and me
They taunted Him, they pushed him down,
And spit on Him when
He hit the ground
Too tired and wounded,
He did proceed
Because He knew that’s what we need
The only way free of sin
Is open doors and let Him in
He’s been knocking, can’t you hear
He’s right outside, nothing to fear
This Easter it's time . . .
Let Him in
Never too late
To celebrate, let Him in
He’s knocking . . . .
D. Carlson
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