Resurrection Day
by Barbara Philbrook

Sunday is the commemoration of resurrection day,
in remembrance of Jesus paying for our sins in such a special way.

To have left His home in Heaven on high,
just to be rejected, disrespected and then have to die.

To have been spat on,  beaten and pierced in His side,
to have been so cruelly rejected by those for whom He was willing to die.

To have given up His place on a throne,
so He could come here and die, our sins to atone.

To have suffered at the hands of God's chosen men,
even to have a murderer chosen to receive a pardon by them.

To have felt separated from His Father by others' sin,
not even having a grave of his own to be buried in.

All of this for people uncaring and cold,
blind to what the Holy Word for generations foretold.

Yet these words said in the garden by God's precious Son,
'Nevertheless Father, not my will but thy will be done'.

With these words He allowed the payment to begin,
He went to the cross to die for our sin.

Taken down and buried in a borrowed grave,
that all who accepted may now be saved.

Then on the third day He rose from the dead,
just as the prophets of old had said.

Just as God had always said it would be,
Jesus died and was resurrected to set us all free.

I, for one, can not let Jesus have died for naught,
I have chosen to accept salvation as I have been taught.

Won't you accept what Jesus is offering to you,
accept salvation and spend eternity with Him too.

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