Nothing but the Truth

The Word of God is living; it's pure and it is true;

but when it came to us in flesh, what did we all do?

We called it a lie, a fraud and a blasphemer.

Yet it came to give us life and to be the World's redeemer.

We use The Word, abused The Word to satisfy our ends;

But it comes to us from God Himself, and all His love it sends.

 

The Word was spat on, beat on, ridiculed to scorn;

but that is one reason into flesh was He born.

So on that day it happened, two thousand years ago;

man's steps were taken to an all time new low.

For we took the Living Word of God and hung Him on a tree;

steel spikes in hands and feet, so that all there could see;

that this man would die and could not be God's own Word.

but that handful had remembered, the words which they had heard.

 

You see, pure Truth and Love can never be killed;

Innocent blood that day is what they all had spilled.

And on the third day, He rose up from the grave;

God's glory living forever and to no one or thing a slave.

God's Truth cannot be hidden, buried or be killed.

The Word of God is living and all things will be fulfilled.

So what is Easter Sunday? Just what is it all worth?

We accept the Grace of God and our spirit's new found birth.

God's resurrection power, in Jesus Christ our Lord;

to praise His name in worship with all in one accord.

He's the True and Faithful Witness, risen up and on his throne;

and He calls us by His Spirit, to make our hearts his own.

Amen.

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