Friday, 2 April 2010

Easter

From the Bible -

"Now upon the first day of the week, very early in the morning, they came unto the sepulchre, bringing the spices which they had prepared, and certain others with them. And they found the stone rolled away from the sepulchre. And they entered in, and found not the body of the Lord Jesus. And it came to pass, as they were much perplexed thereabout, behold, two men stood by them in shining garments: And as they were afraid, and bowed down their faces to the earth, they said unto them, Why seek ye the living among the dead? He is not here, but is risen: remember how He spake unto you when He was yet in Galilee, Saying, The Son of Man must be delivered into the hands of sinful men, and be crucified, and the third day rise again. And they remembered His words" (Luke 24 v 1 - 8).

"Forasmuch as ye know that ye were not redeemed with corruptible things, as silver and gold, from your vain conversation received by tradition from your fathers; But with the precious blood of Christ, as of a lamb without blemish and without spot: Who verily was foreordained before the foundation of the world, but was manifest in these last times for you, Who by Him do believe in God, that raised Him up from the dead, and gave Him glory; that your faith and hope might be in God" (1 Peter 1 v 18 - 21).

"Who His own self bare our sins in His own body on the tree, that we, being dead to sins, should live unto righteousness" (1 Peter 2 v 24).

Another poem from "Echoes of Eternity" by Michael R Abbott; used with permission -

MY SAVIOUR

Down from His throne my Saviour came
To dwell in human form;
His Father's home He left behind
To face earth's fearful storm.

Within a stable He was born,
No palace for the King,
But on the hills o'er Bethlehem
They heard the angels sing.

Upon the cross He gave His life;
He bowed His head and died;
The blood flowed from His thorn-crowned brow,
His pierced hands and side.

Upon the cross He bore my sin,
My judgment freely took;
The sky was darkened in that hour
As God His Son forsook.

Within the tomb my Saviour lay,
He tasted death for me;
But falling neath the bitter flood,
He led the captives free.

Up from the grave my Saviour rose,
The testament is sure:
Declared to be God's Son with power,
He lives to die no more.

Up from the earth the Father took
His own beloved Son,
To reign with Him in heaven again;
Redemption's work was done.

Back to this world He will return,
In power and victory,
To mete out judgment in the earth
And reign eternally.

1 comment:

mama'ritha said...

Very nice!

greetings: Aritha