Upon the cross, a man was nailed,
Two thousand years ago;
A sinless soul, he took our sins,
And shed his blood all, oh!
He suffered in so many ways,
Before his death on cross;
God’ love for man was thus displayed,
As Christ became the Boss.
God’s love took flesh on Christmas Day
And died like you and me;
He sacrificed His precious life,
And paid a ransom free.
Third day, he rose and showed the world,
His power over death;
Death could not hold him in the tomb,
As mighty turned his birth.
If not for Easter, Christ wouldn’t be
The Lamb of God that’s slain;
His resurrection proved the point –
He was life, truth and lane.
Christ won a victory over death
And satan, devils, hell;
All Christians too can be like him,
In after-life, and well.
The Saviour saved mankind from rod,
And brought heaven so near;
All penitent can reach the Lord
With faith renewed sans fear.
Christ showed the way that pure of heart
Can rise alive from graves;
He proved to be the Son of God,
All souls, he surely saves!
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