From the garden of Gethsemane,Marilyn Ferguson
where Jesus knelt to pray;
To the betrayal done by Judas,
on that grim and fatal day.
From the mighty hands of Pilate,
who preferred to let Him be.
To the noble priests and leaders
who refused to set Him free.
From the crown of thorns upon His head
and lash marks from a strap;
To the weight of such a heavy cross,
strapped there upon His back.
From the thief who hung beside Him
Crying, "Lord, remember me"
To the gentle words of Jesus;
"Today, you'll be with me."
From the darkness of the noon time
as He died upon the cross;
To the earth that shook and trembled
in response to such a loss.
From the cheering cries of soldiers
as they took His body down;
To the caring hands of Joseph,
A follower new in town.
From the tomb where He was laid to rest
In linen cloth of white;
To the guards who had to stand close by,
throughout both day and night.
From the stone that blocked the entrance
as it gently rolled away;
To the miracle that happened
on that third and final day.
From the baffled look of soldiers
as they peered into the room;
To the startled face of Mary
when she found an empty tomb.
From the frightened look of Mary
as she swiftly left that place;
To the light that flowed from Jesus
when she saw Him face to face.
From the doubt of His disciples
when she spoke of resurrection;
To the fear upon their faces
As He walked in their direction.
From the written word of scripture
that was told in prophecy;
To the eleven who had gathered
on a hill in Galilee.
From the words that had been spoken
before He went away;
To His ascension into heaven
where He lives this very day.
From the bible on the mantel
Tis the words you need to heed;
To find wisdom in its pages
and a light to sow a seed.
From the death and resurrection
of the One we hold so dear;
To the coming of His Spirit,
now that Easter time is here.
From the colored eggs and candy
and an orchid trimmed in blue;
To the truth found there in scripture,
Christ Jesus died for you.