Easter

Humble wood,
from the bark of a simple tree.
Seemingly innocent, but this
is where You died for me.

The bark nailed together,
You nailed to it.
You did nothing wrong,
but here, You paid my debt.

You were mocked and laughed at,
cursed at and jeered.
You could have saved Yourself, but You stayed.
So my name could be cleared.

To the tomb You went,
locked behind a stone.
But here, You wouldn’t stay.
Your place is on the throne.

Three days later, You conquered
death and the grave.
All that suffering and torture,
so that me, You could save.

No greater love exists,
than what You showed me here.
You tore down every wall.
You took care of every fear.

Sin has no hold anymore,
death has no power.
All my thanks goes to You,
my Lord, my Strong Tower.