That First Easter
I know a man called Jesus,
Who from His grave arose,
On that first Easter morning
To vindicate our souls.
He bore the cross of Calvary
And shed His blood for you and me.
He paid a debt He didn't owe,
As through His blood forgiveness flowed.
Then, from His crucifixion,
Our eternal life was formed
And, through His resurrection,
That first precious Easter born.
© 2003 by Vickie Lambdin