The Son of God, they crucified
The King of kings lay dead…
They dared to pierce His sacred flesh-
With thorns they crowned His head.
Lifeless they took Him from the cross,
But soon mankind would see.
Our Savior lived- and then He died…
To fulfill prophesy
Then risen, to His rightful place
The master of creation..
Opened the gates of heaven and
Assured man of salvation.
By Sandy lee
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