ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
His bruised and smitten body lay quiet in the grave,
He gave His precious blood for me and all the world to save,
There are no words to thank Him, to give love in return,
God’s promise now fulfilled, within my heart does burn,
The words are ever etched within this sinful heart of mine,
His love has paid the highest price, by God’s own Son divine,
I wait for Easter morning’s light, with confidence and hope,
To witness the resurrection, gives me a way to cope.
Sweet Jesus you have conquered death, the grave holds no more sting,
So we can now depart in peace, eternal life you bring.