This is the day He suffered,
This is the day He died,
The day that He was martyred,
The day the angels cried.

 

This is the day the soldiers jeered,
When they nailed him to the cross,
The day that foolish people cheered,
Not aware of their great loss.

 

This is the day the doves flew away,
The day His blood ran free,
This is the day mankind was saved,
This day at Calvary.

 

This is the day of heartache,
The day of sacrifice,
This is the day He led the way,
Into Paradise.

 

This is the day we need to pray,
We need to fall upon our knees,
This is the day we need to say,
Father, forgive us, please.

 

 

If there had been another way,
Do you think He would have died?
No other man could take his place,
Not even if one tried.

 

God did not ask for volunteers,
But even if He had,
Would you have said, "Take me instead?"
Folks would have thought you mad.

 

None of us was good enough,
To take His place upon that cross,
None of us was rich enough,
To have paid that high a cost.

 

It's hard to believe a loving God,
Would sacrifice His Son,
But, it had to be that way, you see,
He was the only One.

 

 He took our sin along with Him,
As directed from above,
None of us so generous,
We would offer that much love.

 

He said He would leave the tomb,
He would ascend to heaven,
Three days later He was gone,
Hallelujah!  He Was Risen!

 

Brother, you could not substitute,
You could not take His place,
He took yours - the only way,
God's most amazing grace.

 
 EASTER SUNDAY

 

This is the day the doves returned,
The greatest day on earth,
The day the stone was overturned,
The sign of man's rebirth.

 

This is the day He left the tomb,
The day the angels hailed,
This is the day the lilies bloomed,
The day to lift the veil.

 

This is the day that Mary's tears,
Upon her cheek were dried,
The day the angels quelled her fears,
By singing He's alive!

 

This is the day that Christ was seen,
Walking on the road,
In the flesh - no, not a dream,
In a white and holy robe.

 

This is the day He spoke aloud,
Hear, see, touch - He's real,
The day He rose up in the clouds,
God's truths for man revealed.

 

Virginia (Ginny) Ellis

Copyright 2001