Easter Part 1: X Marks the Spot

X marks the spot, the darkest stain, when man slew God, born King to reign. No other blood could pay the debt, so lamb hung punctured while mother wept. X marks the spot, where on deaths best day, life seemed to lose, hope fade to grey. But it is finished, all heard Him sigh, was no resignation, but victor's cry! Death defeated by its own sword, slain by love, by Son for world. X marks the spot, I lost my sin, nailed with my Saviour, interred within. With Him was burried, in Him I rise, no more my sin offends Gods eyes. X marks the spot of gospel story, His flesh, His blood, his risen glory. So until He comes from realms above, we'll take this feast, proclaim His love.