AT EASTER TIME
At Easter time I contemplate with great care,
The suffering atonement, Jesus alone out there
Taking upon Himself every hurt, pain and sin
Of all those who their first estate did win.
Pain we cannot imagine, the hurt not understand,
The agony and suffering, as they pierced each hand
And His feet, then reliving Gethsemane on the tree
As he paid the price of wickedness to set us free.
How can we ever thank Him, show our gratitude,
For His sacrifice divine and so sweet hope renewed,
Each heart now freed as we repent and serve Him well,
But can we ever serve Him enough, to in heaven dwell?
He accept a true and contrite heart and willing hands
That often serve, don’t build on earth’s worldly sands,
But build upon the rock and truth forever want to seek
Strive to be humble and like the Master, also be meek.
Easter brings great joy for all, death is now overcome,
And if we live well and we say, ‘Thy will be done’,
We will be free from the bonds that Satan does bind,
As we strive to choose the right, sweet salvation find.
Millicent Ann Margetson 30 March 2005