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Jesus Conquered Death
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
On Easter morn, we gather, Christian souls rejoice,
To celebrate the sacrifice that gave us life and voice.
With eyes turned to the cross, where Jesus bore our sin,
We feel His pain and sorrow, as the nails pierce His skin.
Oh, how deep the love that flowed, from His wounded side,
As crimson blood poured out, our salvation was supplied.
His sacrifice so selfless, the ultimate act of grace,
For in that moment, He carried all the world's sin and disgrace.
For Jesus conquered death, when He rose from the grave,
And on that Easter morning, He came to seek and save.
For in His sacrifice, we find purpose and release,
And in His resurrection, a promise of eternal peace.
On Easter morn, we gather, Christian souls rejoice,
To celebrate the sacrifice that gave us life and voice.
With eyes turned to the cross, where Jesus bore our sin,
We feel His pain and sorrow, as the nails pierce His skin.
Oh, how deep the love that flowed, from His wounded side,
As crimson blood poured out, our salvation was supplied.
His sacrifice so selfless, the ultimate act of grace,
For in that moment, He carried all the world's sin and disgrace.
For Jesus conquered death, when He rose from the grave,
And on that Easter morning, He came to seek and save.
For in His sacrifice, we find purpose and release,
And in His resurrection, a promise of eternal peace.
