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Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Apr 4, 2009 22:31:09 GMT -5
THE BIRTH OF EASTER
Blood-stained were His footsteps, Leading to the cross; Limitless, His heartache, Measureless, His loss... Bearing man's rejection, Turned away by God; Thorn-crowned king abandoned, All alone.
Broken was His spirit, Bearing mankind's doom; Broken was His body, placed within the tomb... Encased in clean linen, Wrapped with loving care; Motionless for three days, Lying entombed there.
Sealed from life, His gravesite, Guarded like pure gold; Now conquered forever, Death released its hold... Glory streamed from Heaven, Bright as noonday sun; Jesus is alive! And Easter is begun!
© ELISABETH STEWART
"God is so rich in mercy; He loved us so much that even though we were spiritually dead and doomed by our sins, He gave us back our lives again when He raised Christ from the dead." (Ephesians 2:4 LB)
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