April 10, 2020
I’m humbled Lord, You paid the price.
For me you made such sacrifice.
Disciples in the upper room,
They had no thoughts of death or tomb.
You shared a meal and broke the bread,
They could not grasp what lay ahead.
The Garden’s called Gethsemane.
You pled to God in agony.
You knew the day and time had come,
Your prayer to God, “Your will be done.”
You knew events that would unfold.
Down through years they’ve been retold.
Along with others I give praise
You gave Your life, but in three days
You rose again to life brand new,
A life I now can share with You.