"I Hung Alone"

I hung upon that cross for you,
I suffered for your sin.
I allowed my name, to be cruely mocked,
by those unbelieving men.

The hours that I hung alone,
my body screamed with pain.
I could have come down from that cross,
but I chose to wear your stain.

I saw your life reborn that day,
with my every drop of blood.
My passion for this dying world,
consumed me like a flood.

The weight of sin I took that day,
I took as Heaven's heir.
But when my Father rejected me,
it was more than I could bare.

I was born to die like every man,
but no man could take my place.
My death was Father's gift to you,
a taste of Heaven's grace.

Do you truly know my sacrifice,
the Hell I saved you from?
Do you think of me with every thought,
or is your memory numb?

My Father promised to raise me up,
bring his Son back from the dead.
But as I look to my Church, all I see,
is the Easter Bunny's head.

Did the Easter Bunny die for you,
does he sit on God's right hand?
Was a crown of thorns placed on his head,
by a Roman soldier band?

Was his soft white fur soaked in blood,
were spikes driven through his feet?
Was his naked body beaten down,
into a bloody piece of meat?

Did he live a perfect sinless life,
did he die for all your sin?
Does he comfort you, in your daily walk,
is he where true life begins?

Please take that Bunny off my Cross,
and crush those silly eggs.
You put to shame my sacrifice,
it's beneath me now to beg.

You better take my words to heart today,
it better spell this Bunny's Doom.
You better take that Bunny off my Throne,
and place him in my Tomb.

I never asked you to make a holiday,
of the day I died and rose.
But if you must celebrate that day,
then the Easter Bunny goes.

Written by..Timothy Jon Barrett
Date Written...March,2,2010