A crown of thorns, not fit for a king,
A crown of thorns that would cut and sting,
A crown of thorns placed on Jesus' head.
"Crucify Him! Crucify Him!" the mockers said.
A crown of thorns so long and cruel,
Instead of a crown made of gold and jewels,
A crown of thorns worn by Jesus, God's Son,
He bore the horrible pain for everyone.
A crown of thorns worn to the cross,
A crown of thorns worn for those, who were lost,
A crown of thorns placed on Jesus' head,
"He truly is God's Son!" some were heard to have said.
A thorn of thorns is a reminder to all,
That we can be saved if on His name we call,
A crown of thorns He wore in my place,
I'll bow before Him when we meet face to face.
Up Calvary's mountain one dreary morn,
Trudged Christ our Savior weary and worn.
They came to the mount, the place of the skull.
It was there Jesus paid our debt in full.
As He hung on the cross and died a cruel death,
He said, "Father, forgive them," and with a fleeting breath,
It was finished and as Jesus gave up His ghost
A victor's song was sung by a heavenly host.
Jesus was laid to rest in a borrowed tomb
But the grave couldn't hold Him, there was no room.
He arose, He arose, let's praise His sweet name.
He loves us so; we're the reason He came.
Salvation is free, it is a gift from above.
God gave us His son because of His love
He bought us, redemed us and set us all free.
As He gave His life there on Calvary.
Let Not Your Heart Be Troubled
Let not your soul be sad
Easter is a time of joy
When all hearts should be glad,
Glad to know that Jesus Christ
Made it possible for men
To have their sins forgiven
And, like Him, to live again . . .
So at this joyous season
May the wondrous Easter Story
Renew our Faith so we may be
Partakers of "His Glory!"
Red is for the blood He gave,
Green is for the grass He made,
Yellow is for the sun so bright,
Orange is for the edge of night.
Black is for the sins that were made
White is for the grace He gave,
Purple is for the hour of sorrow,
Pink is for the new tomorrow.
Give a bag full of jelly beans,
Colorful and sweet,
Tell them it's a Prayer....
It's a promise..
It's an Easter Treat!
I wonder if Christ had a little blonde dog?
All furry and fluffy like mine,
With two long shaggy ears, a nose round and wet
And two eyes brown and tender that shine.
I'm sure if He did, that the little blonde dog
Knew right from the first He was God,
And needed no proof that Christ was divine
But just worshipped the ground where He trod.
I don't think He did, because I have read
How He prayed in the garden alone
When all of His friends and disciples had fled
Even Peter, the one called "a stone".
And oh, I am sure that the little blonde dog
With a true heart so tender and warm
Would have never left Him to suffer alone
But creeping right under His arm,
Would have licked those dear fingers in agony clasped
And counting all favors but loss
Would have trotted behind when they led Him away,
And followed Him quite to the cross.
On the next page are two short stories. Each one holds a very special meaning to this beautiful season!
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