From the garden of Gethsemane, where Jesus knelt to pray; To the betrayal done by Judas, on that grim and fatal day. From the mighty hands of Pilate, who preferred to let Him be. To the noble priests and leaders who refused to set Him free.
From the crown of thorns upon His head and lash marks from a strap; To the weight of such a heavy cross, strapped there upon His back. From the thief who hung beside Him Crying, "Lord, remember me" To the gentle words of Jesus; "Today, you'll be with me."
From the darkness of the noon time as He died upon the cross; To the earth that shook and trembled in response to such a loss. From the cheering cries of soldiers as they took His body down; To the caring hands of Joseph, A follower new in town.
From the tomb where He was laid to rest In linen cloth of white; To the guards who had to stand close by, throughout both day and night. From the stone that blocked the entrance as it gently rolled away; To the miracle that happened on that third and final day.
From the baffled look of soldiers as they peered into the room; To the startled face of Mary when she found an empty tomb. From the frightened look of Mary as she swiftly left that place; To the light that flowed from Jesus when she saw Him face to face.
From the doubt of His disciples when she spoke of resurrection; To the fear upon their faces As He walked in their direction. From the written word of scripture that was told in prophecy; To the eleven who had gathered on a hill in Galilee.
From the words that had been spoken before He went away; To His ascension into heaven where He lives this very day. From the bible on the mantel Tis the words you need to heed; To find wisdom in its pages and a light to sow a seed.
From the death and resurrection of the One we hold so dear; To the coming of His Spirit, now that Easter time is here. From the colored eggs and candy and an orchid trimmed in blue; To the truth found there in scripture, Christ Jesus died for you.