A Gift for You and Me
The
flowers are not yet blooming,
The air is crisp and cold;
But Easter is soon upon us,
As has been since days of old.
Born in a lowly stable,
To a woman poor and mild;
Jesus entered our sin-filled world,
As a kind and loving child.
As His stepfather before Him,
He learned to work with wood,
But He grew to be a teacher,
He preached to the multitude.
We did not recognize Him,
We were blind and could not see;
That He was the Son of God,
Who came to save you and me.
He died a tortuous death,
Upon an ugly cross of wood;
If we had really known Him,
Would we have understood?
Jesus died that we may live,
For the stone was rolled away;
He lives again in each heart,
As we celebrate Easter Day.
Never forget the price He paid,
That our souls from sin could be free;
Celebrate our Holy Risen Lord,
He gave Easter to you and me.
© Sandra S. Oidtman - 2009
The air is crisp and cold;
But Easter is soon upon us,
As has been since days of old.
Born in a lowly stable,
To a woman poor and mild;
Jesus entered our sin-filled world,
As a kind and loving child.
As His stepfather before Him,
He learned to work with wood,
But He grew to be a teacher,
He preached to the multitude.
We did not recognize Him,
We were blind and could not see;
That He was the Son of God,
Who came to save you and me.
He died a tortuous death,
Upon an ugly cross of wood;
If we had really known Him,
Would we have understood?
Jesus died that we may live,
For the stone was rolled away;
He lives again in each heart,
As we celebrate Easter Day.
Never forget the price He paid,
That our souls from sin could be free;
Celebrate our Holy Risen Lord,
He gave Easter to you and me.
© Sandra S. Oidtman - 2009
