My Easter Nightmare…..
Yes, I guess we all have night-mares,
When we wake up late at night,
We shiver with unearthly cold,
And recall the ghastly sight.
Yet I get those self same night-mares
And there`s something I must say,
My night-mares come at Easter
In the middle of the day.
When I think of my Lord Jesus,
As He struggles with the cross,
Bearing the sin of sinners
For without Him, we`d be lost.
I hear the hoards of people
Who spit and scorn their King,
Yet Jesus wore a Crown of Thorns
And was Lord of Everything.
I hear the sound the hammer makes
And I feel the awful pain,
As cruel nails bite into His flesh
Again…and again…..and again.
Then the cross is raised, and Jesus hangs
In triumph…. for all to see
And racked with indescribable pain,
He died….for you and me.
Now it takes some understanding,
As to why our Saviour died,
When He had so many followers
On whom he had relied.
Yet still God gave His only Son,
And He watched and saw Him die.
The only way to save the world
From sinners like you and I.