For Me

I ponder his redeeming love His arms spread wide for me How can it be that he would die? To set this prisoner free If I had been the only one His mercy would I find A crown of thorns upon his brow Crucifixion was assigned Nails driven one by one His feet and then his hands “It is finished” as he breathed his last His body gave up its demands Then on day three an open grave His linen left behind “He is not here, he is alive In here you will not find” “Jesus, our Messiah, He is risen from the dead, Go and tell the world until the message is widespread” Let’s set our minds on things above, Not things upon this earth Tell everyone you meet each day Of your spiritual rebirth