Risen
imagine every illness man has ever known
every heartbreak, ache and grief ever bestowed
what about temptations whether great or small
our Lord Jesus took upon Himself every one of them all
imagine carrying the weight of the world
literally upon your shoulders bare
and every ache inside your heart
feeling like no one really cares
being put in shackles, wrist and ankles too
beaten all about til you are black and blue
no defense came for this Man, nothing could be heard
and from this beaten Man, not one single word
dragged to the middle of town, to a post tied
beaten with the cat o nine tails made to tear the flesh
a whip with long fingers woven so tight
with pieces of metal and jagged glass
this the King of the Jews sent to pay our price
for our sins and evil ways to give us eternal life
someone shouted "he is a king, let us make him a crown"
so they twisted a thorny vine and thrust it upon His brow
tied to the tree of figs made into a cross
was made to drag it through the streets
for loving us he paid the cost
upon Golgotha's hill they nailed Him to that tree
the sun went out and the skies grew black
the gates of Hell flew way back
as He went thru the gates of the damned
He freed those not ment to be condemned
on the third day when the family appeared
to pay homage to their King
Angels instead met them at the door
saying gone is the One you are seeking
He is risen and alive today
Copyright © Tulisha Blackshear | Year Posted 2009
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