What Easter Means To Me
As I sit and reflect on this Easter Sunday.
Many things pass through my mind.
As I see Christ hanging on the cross,
knowing HE laid down his life for me.
So my life is, entrusted to thee.
He died, he rose, so new life began
I know you suffered on the cross
to deliver us, giving us eternal life.
You suffered so that I may live.
What more honor could you bestow
on me ,one of your sheep, saving me,
through your mercy, through your grace.
The promise of everlasting life.
Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2011
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