March 31, 2024
It’s Easter morning, glorious day,
An empty tomb, the truth, the way.
You conquered death, new life to give,
Atoned our sins, that we may live.
Such suffering upon the cross,
Beyond compare, the pain, the cost.
Such sacrifice, hard to conceive,
Death has no grip if we believe.
The crown You wore was made of thorns.
We praise You Lord this Easter morn.
You died, You rose, oh Holy One,
You sacrificed; the battle’s won.
We thank you Lord, we give You praise.
Our heartfelt prayers to You we raise.
Thank you! He Lives!✝️