An innocent man
Condemned to hang on a tree
A righteous soul – pure and holy
Tortured as a criminal
Yet without sin
But He became sin for us
So that we could be made righteous in
Him
He was whipped for our healing
Bruised and scarred for our liberty
Blood flowed down upon the cross
On to the ground
Where the serpent writhed in glee
Jesus cried out it is finished
And the sun hid it's face
Just as the Father hid His
They buried him in the tomb
A large stone was set in place
Sealing the entrance of the sepulcher
On the third day, the stone was rolled
away
Brilliant light streamed from that tomb
Christ came forth with victory in his
gaze
From the dead He had been raised
The serpent screamed in horror, his
muscles grew numb
His head now bruised beyond
recognition.
Glory to God in the Highest!
He is Risen!
This One they had condemned to death
Has set the captives free!
This One has ransomed you and me!
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