Easter Medley
There was born into this world, one sweet day,
A Lamb without blemish, in a manger, on a bed of hay.
The wise men saw the star in the east and had to go see,
wondering, "Was this the Son of God? It had to be."
They saw the star shining brightly o'er the stall,
Knowing, on this babe of sovereignty, they'd come to call.
This sage and innocent Lamb changed the world, that day.
For Him was the scepter chosen, from old Satan to take the keys away.
He grew up in obedience to His parents and His Father.
Never sinned, with worldly things He didn't bother.
This Lamb was of God. He taught others how to be.
He showed them faith by walking on the water, out in the sea.
Old Satan tempted Him. But, He couldn't be bought.
He resisted every temptation, brought old Satan to naught.
Shunned by His Countrymen, paid in suffering, but not in vain;
Not He, but by ones who will one day kneel at the mention of His name.
I want to be there when this life is o'er, to kneel at His feet
And worship in prayer and song to this Lamb I'll meet,
See the streets of gold and maybe the tree of life (when this life is finished),
And be with our Savior; who is the Lamb unblemished.
Pearlie Duncan Walker
There At Calvary
There was a heavy, price to be paid, for the freedom of everyone
Paid for by this, our sweet loving Savior that is Gods Son.
Oh, the bloody stripes, by which our bodies are healed, from hurt and disease
it was Gods Son, Jesus, who CHOSE to be scourged; let us fall to our knees.
They nailed His dear hands to the old, hard, and roughened, Cross- that day
Slapped Him on the Cross -, and without regret, did His dear feet the same way.
Oh sweet Jesus what have we done, as a people, to take it on our hearts, to atone
for it was ultimately our sins, our very evil, nature that let Thee go there, all alone.
Only we know you were not alone, Thy Father God, I know was deeply pained
As when Thy body gave up the ghost, He split the veil, and flooded the rain
Washing Thy sacred, blood down the hill, maybe to cleanse the awesome place,
Where Thou died, sweet Jesus, for our sins, and Thine eyes closed,
in Thy sweet face.
Thou said forgive them Father for they know not what they do, how great Thou art!
To suffer so drastically, and think of the ones who did this, to Thy body,
from Thy heart.
But, Lord we know no man, had a hand in the Miracle that was born that day
We know it was from Father, Son and Holy Spirit that deemed it to be this way.
None other, lest they boast, Lord it was Thee who split the skies, and went into hell,
To take the keys from Satan, and in Thy wonder, take away the veil,
That we may see clearly to worship Thee; let our heart and soul, surely know,
That this had to be, for mankind to be saved, so into Heaven,
we have a choice to go.
©Pearlie Duncan Walker
There, On Calvary’s Tree
It was there, upon Calvary, three Crosses stood…
made of spite and jealousy, from the hardest wood.
Our Savior hung there, amongst common thieves…
As the ones who loved Him looked upon Him and grieved.
This was the Savior hanging on an old Cross-, that day.
Thorn’s, and spikes taking all His precious blood away . . .
To wash away the worlds' sins. If only they would believe…
Open up their hearts to Him… into His Kingdom He'd receive.
He said… "Eli, Eli, Lama Sa-bach-ni." That is to say,
'My God, My God, why hast Thou forsaken me this day?'
But, as He gave up the ghost, the veil of the Temple was rent in twain
And the saints who slept awakened, went into the city again.
He spilled His precious blood, for you and me to be born again.
It ran down the hillside, that day. There were earthquakes and rain.
Joseph took the body of Jesus and laid Him in a tomb, away,
so none could steal His body. But, He arose the third day.
He rose to Glory, to sit upon the sparkling Holy Throne, forever.
When we give our life to Him, our soul He will not sever.
We will walk the streets of gold, eat from the tree of life that day;
When He comes for His bride, forever with Him to stay.
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