Post by foxjj on Apr 16, 2022 7:09:51 GMT
His Resurrection Day
Clouds drift over head,
All is now quite on the hill
Where the blood stained cross
Stands gaunt and still,
From every quarter
On that dark day,
Taunts had been heard
Now the crowds have drifted away,
This is Golgotha’s hill
Where Jesus had died,
Stripes on His back
A spear in His side,
Laid in a borrowed tomb
Guards outside to keep Him in,
A Roman seal on the stone
Sealing in, He who died for sin,
The third day dawned
The stone was rolled away,
No guards could hold Him
This was His Resurrection Day.
John Joseph Fox.
Clouds drift over head,
All is now quite on the hill
Where the blood stained cross
Stands gaunt and still,
From every quarter
On that dark day,
Taunts had been heard
Now the crowds have drifted away,
This is Golgotha’s hill
Where Jesus had died,
Stripes on His back
A spear in His side,
Laid in a borrowed tomb
Guards outside to keep Him in,
A Roman seal on the stone
Sealing in, He who died for sin,
The third day dawned
The stone was rolled away,
No guards could hold Him
This was His Resurrection Day.
John Joseph Fox.
