He gave his life…for the sake of my redemption
Knowing the pain and anguish would be severe
He suffered and died… and was buried
And as prophesied in three days reappeared
I cry as I think upon his death as a mother
To see my son suffering… and in pain
I cannot save him; cannot take this burden from him
My heart breaks; my tears flow… as rain
I cry as I think upon his death as a disciple
He taught of sacrifice, forgiveness and love
He is living his teachings; He is my example
His truth… I must continue to speak of
I cry as I think upon his death as a soldier
My orders were direct; the orders spoken clear
Yet this man faces death with quite courage
His face filled… with compassion; without fear
I cry as I think upon his death as a sinner
As I contemplate on the emotions of that day
That my Lord would suffer within the human body
For the sole purpose of cleansing… my sins away
I cry as I think upon death; that will come for me
Regardless… of what… is left undone
Realizing though late; the gift given to me
Through the death and resurrection of the Son
I cry as I seek the Lord’s forgiveness
Thanking the heavens that it is never deemed too late
To call upon Him; to thank Him; to embrace Him
For every heart; every soul; He patiently waits
Arms open; He accepts me, this is my miracle
That he would welcome… a sinner such as me
This is my Easter; my moment of redemption
All that was asked was to call on Him; to believe
Written by TaVona Salaz Treadwell