The world hung Christ up on the cross

As  the world hung by a thread

every shred of hope was lost

If He did not what He said

“Destroy this Temple, and in three days

 I will raise it up again.”

He Rose and sorrow turned to Praise

Christ is the sinner’s Friend

Earthquakes rolled that stone away

But “the Blood” removed our sins

And the empty tomb that Easter Day

Shouts to this day, “Christ Wins!” 































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