There in the ground, his body lay,
Light of the world by darkness slain.
Then bursting forth in glorious day,
Up from the grave he rose again.
And as he stands in victory,
Sin's curse has lost it's grip on me.
For I am his, and he is mine,
Bought with the precious blood of Christ.
Singing in church this morning, I very nearly started bawling. I find it all too easy to get caught up in my own selfish life and forget about what a gift and what a miracle the Cross is. Sin is all too prevalent in my own life. It would be impossible for me to have a relationship with God by my own merit. But God loved me so much that he made a way. And when I pause to consider that this Easter Sunday, I'm overwhelmed with emotion and gratitude. Easter isn't about a fancy ham dinner or chocolate eggs... It's about something so much more profound, so much more valuable.
This year I feel it keenly: my overwhelming need for the Cross, the miracle of the Resurrection and the Promise of a relationship with God and eternity in heaven.
Thank you, Jesus, for doing what I could never do for myself.
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