Triumphant Victory

There He stood,

All beaten and bruised.

He said not a word,

While being abused.

They hung my Saviour,

To an old wooden cross.

Where He died in agony,

And all seemed so lost.

But Christ arose triumphantly,

On that glorious day!

Where death was defeated,

And our sins washed away.

God loved us so much,

He sent down His Son.

To carry the burden,
For what WE had done.

And all that He asks,

Is that we serve Him in love.

Be kind and forgiving,

As our Father above.

pamela snedeker-depew GtG

Where, O death, is your victory?

Where, O death, is your sting?

1 Corinthians 15:55 NIV