The Naked Cross

The Naked Cross

It is finished. Spear in His side. The evil men do, cannot stem the tide. Pull Him down. Into the tomb. Still and quiet, like a mother’s womb.
Three days slip past, His friends are lost. Is it true, they wonder, the Messiah, at what cost?
Women at the tomb, it’s empty they scream. Indeed, He is risen, tis not a dream
Jesus is alive, delivered from death; raised from the tomb, Obedience gave Him breath.
And now, you and me, what shall we say? If God raised Jesus, He’s with us today. The Master planner, Creator supreme, gives us new life, it’s not a dream.
Be born again, how can that be? Just call out to Jesus, His forgiveness you’ll see.


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