I keep thinking about a day, And I want to find a special way; I want to find the right words, But I'm not sure what has been heard. How can I tell everyone What Jesus Christ has really done; About the love He shares with all, About the joy of answering His call. He wore a crown of ugly thorns, His flesh was bleeding, beaten and torn; He carried a cross up the hill For He knew twas His Father's will. Spikes were driven through hands and feet, A lance pierced a side that bleeds; With outstretched arms He loved and died, And opened heaven's gates up wide. After three days He rose from His grave, All joy and peace and strength He gave; Peace and joy fill up my soul For Jesus Christ has made me whole. He has risen, feel the joy, That fills each man, woman, girl and boy; He has risen, He still lives, And everyday He always gives. He has risen for you and me, He has risen so we are free; I hope you love Him as I do, For He has shown His love for you. © Sandra S. Oidtman         Home   View Sign       Back   Next