The Ultimate Cost
The ultimate cost
Three days after his crucifixion at Calvary
A woman went to visit and what did she see.
The bolder was moved and the tomb empty
Jesus died and rose for you and me.
The true meaning has been lost
For the man who paid the ultimate cost.
He died for our sins, then rose from the dead
we should be drinking wine and breaking bread.
We all have our faith and different ways
Of celebrating this man who deserves our praise.
So while you are at church or hunting eggs outdoors
Take a minute to remember the man who gave his life for yours.
Written by
Nancy stoy
4/19/14
Copyright © Nancy Stoy | Year Posted 2014
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