In an upper room they met
For the Last Supper they would get.
Twelve apostles began the night
But one would leave and snuff his light.
Our savior knelt upon the ground
His blood was spilt without a sound.
Three times He asked, can this cup pass?
He then fulfilled God’s will at last.
They scourged his body with delight
In hopes they would put out His light.
His cross He carried up the hill
And all his blood would finally spill.
It was finished, Christ’s work was done
He atoned as God’s begotten son.
The world cried out in anguished pain
For its creator they had slain.
Wrapped in linen he was placed
Laid in a tomb and stone encased.
All seemed lost and full of fear
For Jesus was no longer near.
Sunday came with perfect light
The Son of Man had won the fight.
Death was conquered, as was sin
Jesus Christ was whole again.
Recall each week when we partake
Of all He did for all our sakes.
His broken body and blood shed
Are in the water and the bread.
The greatest love the world has known
To all mankind Jesus has shown.
Keep our focus on His Love
And our eternal home above.
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