Time Stood Still
The innocent Lamb was sacrificed
Shouldering such an onerous load
In his earthbound body dwelling here
Sent from His Father’s throne
As the sands of time in the hourglass
His life slipped slowly away
Grace, peace and harmony
He had brought to this earth
His life was the price He paid
The earth shook with the tragedy
The sun refused to shine
His pain on the cross was constant
The sins He covered were mine
We call it Good Friday, now
The day that He died
Death could not keep Him
So Easter has been set aside
As the day He did arise
Copyright © Anita Lovelace | Year Posted 2005
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