Happy Easter!

Because of that Friday,

Upon the cross,

Sinners like me have not a loss.

That you would die for someone like me,

paying the price for my treachery. 

For it was I, standing in the crowd, 

yelling "Crucify, Crucify!" so very loud.

I was the hand that held the whip,

the rope with the heavy, pointed led tip.

I was the soldier, beating you down.

Out of thorns I was making your crown.

I was the hand that held the nail,

the pain that I caused, only you can tell.

I was the person that killed my king.

My sin caused Him all His suffering.

But despite my wrong, evil ways,

all I had to do was pray.

Then you forgave me for all the pain,

it felt like I had come in from the rain;

into your gentle and loving arms.

Safe and happy and away from all harm.

Now my eternity is forever with You,

the Man that I beat, still so kind and true.