The True Meaning of Easter

It wasn’t the nails that held Him there,
But love so deep, beyond compare.
A crown of thorns, a rugged tree,
The weight of sin, for you and me.

Betrayed, abandoned, left alone,
Yet mercy flowed from Heaven’s throne.
With every stripe, with every scar,
He bore our pain to heal our hearts.

The earth went dark, the sky stood still,
As Love fulfilled the Father’s will.
A borrowed tomb, a stone so cold,
Yet death could never take its hold.

For on the third, the grave gave way,
The stone was rolled—an empty grave!
He rose in power, He lives again,
Our Savior, King, our truest Friend.

Not bunnies, eggs, or springtime cheer,
But victory over death and fear.
Eternal hope, amazing grace,
New life for all who seek His face.

So lift your voice, rejoice and sing,
For Jesus lives—our Risen King!

For His Honor and Glory
MarkWaldrop 

Mat 28:6  He is not here; he has risen, just as he said. Come and see the place where he lay