ART & POETRY BY 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 is fulfilled, within my heart does burn,
The words are ever etched within this heart of mine,
My sins have been forgiven, by God’s own Son divine,
I wait for Easter morning, with confidence and hope,
To see Him resurrected gives me a way to cope.
Sweet Jesus lying there, Your love will never fail,
I put my faith in You. No other can prevail.