Poetry
Twas the night after Christ died
And all through the world
The people were crying--
The boys and the girls
For Jesus, they loved Him
and followed Him well
Hoped He was the King
Who'd redeem Israel.
His blood, it poured down
On the Passover night
His friends all had left Him
With fear and in fright.
They had not the courage
Unable to stand
In the face of the trials,
Persecution at hand.
But Jesus, He walked on
Accused with our sins
and suffered huge torment
for all we have been
Forsaken alone on
that black and cruel night
The sky turned to darkness-
the world killed The Light.
With nails in His hands
and His feet there he cried
Father forgive them!
And hung crucified.
Blood, crimson red,
at the foot of the cross
the mercy seat covered;
He died for the lost.
Three nights after Christ died
He rose from the dead
He overcame Satan
And lives now as Head.
So now, dearest sinner
(as all of us are)
What will you do with Jesus
The Savior, true God?