Easter Reflections by Ruth Martin - The Preacher's Wife
A HILL, A CROSS
A hill, a cross, a dark'ning sky;
And on that Cross a Man did die.
His enemies laughed
and mocked as He died.
His friends ran away.(His poor mother cried)He died in shame; He died in pain.
His blood was spilt, a crimson stain.
His dying lips moved-
"Forgive them" He said.
"Tis finished", He cried...The Man was dead.O thrill of joy! O victory !!
His death was LIFE..'twas Life for me !
But more than a man
And more than a dream--
A promise of HOPE, of glories unseen.He conquered Death, He conquered Hell,
He rose again. Glad tidings tell !!
He lives evermore;
Rejoice, O my Soul !
Sing praise while the years of eternity roll.©ruthmartin. 2003 All rights reserved.
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