by Danielle Somers

Created on: April 15, 2009

I thought I'd never be happy

And my dreams never fulfilled

My needs to go unsatisfied

For a chance, I would have killed

But now I have him in my life

To guide me through my years

And not a person or a pet

The one who shed more than tears

He shed his blood to cleanse our sins

Now I know he's with me

Because he rose again

With hurtful wounds of the tree

For on the darkest of all days

Christ the Lord was crucified

Killed by his very own people

As his mother watched and cried

When time had passed they blocked the tomb

To erase the committed wrong

But on Easter day he rose again

While angels sang their song.

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