Spiritual

Easter’s Glory

Krista Dunk

Jesus man of sorrows, power and grace
Human and God, born to take our penalty, our place

In His amazing obedience, He was taken captive
Although innocent He was, never reactive

Suffering cruel and unfair punishment on Calvary
That all along was meant for me

He received the whip, the insults, the wounds, the nails
Under the weight of all mankind’s sin He travailed

Setting aside His limitless, heavenly power
Instead He chose extreme humility that dark hour

Some heard Him say, “When they lift Me,
I will draw all men unto Me”

Yes, He was lifted, on the tree
Jesus was left there to die, for all to see

To natural eyes, His lifting was not in beauty or in glory
Praise the Father that wasn’t the end of the story

He breathed His last and His body died
“Is He really dead?” Someone stabbed His side

The veil was torn, the earth shook
His soul and spirit left to continue the work

Followers and family retreated, mourned
They never truly understood why He’d been born

Dreams and hearts failed, their hope was lost
But Sunday was comin’…it wasn’t a loss

Where’s my Lord’s body? His body is gone…
He’d taken it up again, that was the plan all along

The angel said, “Why look for the living among the dead?”
“I will rise on the third day,” is what He said!

He is risen – He is risen indeed!
This is good news…There is still hope for me

Paying my debts and my life redeemed
His sacrifice, love and Spirit sets me free

Jesus, Your finished work, a masterpiece, like art
All authority is Yours, and so is my heart