Thank You Jesus

Red is the blood
That was spilt for me

A beating red heart
Nailed to a dead tree

Sin had corrupted
The hearts of all men

Only pure blood
Will cleanse them again

On the third day
His dead heart beat

Pumping pure blood

To wash all men’s sin

His beating heart

Is now beating in me

Without His pure blood

I could never be free

Red is the blood

Now flowing through me

This Easter I read through the death and resurrection of Jesus. I never cease to be awed by the wonder of it all. That God on High would reach down and take us out of the miry pit of death. It fills me with unspeakable joy that makes me want to dance, sing, laugh and cry all at the same time. I want to dance before my God. I want to sing a song of praise. I want to make beautiful poetry to explain my feelings, but for some reason, I can never express what I feel. Its something inside that bubbles over, but I can’t put into words because there are no words in our limited language to say how I feel. To describe the awe and the joy and everything else. That subdues me a bit – to have something so amazing that you can’t even describe makes me fall silent and ponder His majesty and omnipotence. The best way to say it is that He is my everything. Without Him, what is life?