by Z B McClure
Friday, March 13, 2015
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On a day so long ago,
two men, walked along a road.
A fellow traveler joined them then.
He didn't seem to understand:
'Why are you so sad? What are you discussing?'
Are you a stranger to what's happened friend,
outside the gate, upon the hill?
Are you the only one, who hasn't heard
the awful news, Jerusalem's shared?
Our only Savior, crucified!
And with Him all our hopes have died.
And even worse, our women claim:
He once was dead but LIVES AGAIN!
The traveler then reminded them,
that suffering's part of God's own plan!
His prophets said it had to be,
to pay for sin and set men free.
They invited Him to stay;
they watched Him break the bread.
He opened up their eyes just then;
they knew inside their hearts it's Him!
He once was dead, but lives AGAIN!
Open up our eyes today, Lord
Open up our hearts to see;
That You're our risen Savior, so
Lord, Help us, to believe.
This story is really true my friend.
Because of its truth I'm saved!
I personally know the risen Savior
and you can have Jesus today!
You can, personally know
the Risen Savior-
and you can have Jesus, today.