I feel such grief at Easter, when I think of the blood that flowed
From my Saviour’s body, broken and torn,
As he paid the debt that I owed.
I feel such pain at Easter, when I think of His nail pierced hands.
Those hands which served, and healed and blessed,
Nailed to a cross, by sin’s demands.
I feel such love at Easter, when I think of His arms stretched wide.
Though with all of my sin, my guilt and my shame,
In those arms I can rest and abide.
I feel such peace at Easter, when I think of His voice raised in plea,
“Forgive them; they know not what they do.”
That forgiveness has set my heart free.
I feel such joy at Easter, when I think of the cry, “He is risen!”
God accepted the price Jesus paid for me.
His grace has released me from prison!
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