EASTER PRAYER
By Betty Henry Taylor
O Lord, grant to me, I pray
a fresh new look at Who You are.
Let me see the nail
prints in your Hands . . .
The scars upon your brow,
remembering the anguish
pouring from your soul
as You bled and died for me.
But, O dear Lord, please
take me past the Cross and Tomb
to glorious Resurrection morn--
beyond the grief and scorn--
to where You rose for me,
that I may know with You
new Life fulfilled and free. . .
Free of condemnation,
since You took it
and nailed it to a tree;
conquering its power
to slay or conquer me.
Because You died I live;
because You rose I give
my ransomed life to You!
1 comment:
Almost posted this one. I'm glad you did!
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