The World As It Is
Jesus died that we might live
and how do we repay?
Cheating, stealing, cursing His name
it gets worse every day.
His blood was shed, great pain He bore
as He hung up on the cross.
Ten thousand angels bowed their heads
and satan thought he was boss.
Laid into a borrowed tomb
His body ripped and torn.
His disciples scattered everywhere
all sad and so forlorn.
But on the third day as the sun arose
the stone was found rolled away.
Jesus triumped over death and sin
to show us all The Way.
Copyright © Lary Houston | Year Posted 2012
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