I sit here and contemplate how
My Lord suffered such unspeakable pain;
He was whipped, crowned and crucified
To wash away my sin's stain .

He was buried in a tomb,
A stone blocked the way;
But something miraculous happened
On that glorious third day.

My Lord has risen,
He's no longer in the grave;
I am so very thankful,
For I'm no longer sin's slave.

My Lord has risen,
He lives yet today;
I count on Him daily,
To show me His way.

He sits at the right hand
Of the Father He loves,
But He will come again
On clouds from above.

He will take us to heaven,
To forever sing His praise;
For the battle was won
On that glorious Easter Day.

©Sandra S. Oidtman - 2012