Easter 2024

A sinless one pays the wages of sin One in whom death hath no hold An anomaly goes unseen For thirty silver coins He is sold Offending many with all he aimed to mean That was mocked and frowned upon when told That the Son of God had stepped on the scene Calling out men to either be hot or cold He died as was foretold A matter put to rest Tucked away in a tomb and a stone rolled And time would do what it does best To pass and oversee His ideals grow cold Not knowing of what would manifest When His demise was three days old Word broke out of the tomb being open Some talked of his missing Others witnessed Him risen To five hundred he went appearing To whom His rising couldn’t be disproven No matter the mockery or chastising Then His ascension and came the Holy Spirit That His believers could do as He did By faith to live and to push every limit And from the yoke of sin be freed With Him in heavenly places we sit And in Him we are a new breed K. Muitherero