Blessed is this day forever, and ever, for He has surely Risen,
He carried the old cross to Calvary, they tried, Him to imprison,
Oh, the nails in his blessed, glorious hands and side,
A crown of platted thorns upon His head, they did deride,

They gave Thee vinegar Lord, which was riddled therein with sin,
Never caring, or thinking Dear Jesus, how You must have felt within,
Carrying the old Cross up the hill, thirsty and in pain, without a doubt,
Thirty pieces of silver, and Old Satan was what they were about.

I know, Thou Lord, were about Thy Father's business to hang upon a tree,
To make, everlasting, salvation real, for ones just like me,
They said let Him be crucified, In a scarlet robe they dressed Thee,
Not knowing, You'd rise and come back again to set us free.

Blessed Jesus, I'm so sorry for all the pain Thou had to bear,
Not just physical, but all the heart of Thee, when hanging there,
When the Father had to look away, Because he cannot look on Sin,
And my Lord, in your willingness, Thou took on all the sin that's ever been,

When Thou said "IT IS FINISHED" when the Father had to turn His head,
They cast their lots with, Thy garment, Lord after, Thou were dead.
And Behold, the veil of the temple was rent in twain, it was Thee they tried to use,
But over Thy head, was written "THIS IS JESUS, KING OF THE JEWS"

Copyright © Pearlie Duncan Walker
March 27, 2000
In honor of Jesus, our Savior.

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