A springtime day; a windy hill:
A man had come to die.
Torture done, the crowd grew still:
He breathed out one last sigh.
Prince of life; Creator-Son–
Died on Calv’ry’s tree:
Lord of all creation,
Crucified for me!
Then all the shadowed sway of earth
Groaned aloud in pain–
That God, who came in humble birth,
Had died for mankind’s gain.
Prince of life; Creator-Son–
Died on Calv’ry’s tree:
Lord of all creation,
Crucified for me!
But as the heav’ns in darkness raged
And oceans foamed and roared,
Christ, the Son, would not be caged,
So, from death’s prison soared.
Prince of Life; Creator-Son:
Victorious, the battle’s won.
©1993 David W. Needham
And yes, I know it was not for me alone, but given the parable of the shepherd and the lost sheep, were I alone in need, He’d have done the same.
Now, THAT is a critial difference between Christianity and another religion that shall go unnamed.
And do see also Carl’s Easter post and definitely see Kat’s “He Is Risen!” at Cathouse Chat. Tahnks Kat!