Happy Easter

There's a story that started on Christmas,

When a baby was born in the night.

And those who came far-who followed the star

Were seeing a heavenly sight.

The years hurried by, and the boy, now a man,

Could make the blind see with the touch of his hand.

He was born to be King-he was Rabbi and Priest.

But the best that he had, he gave to the least.

He was born and he died-almost 2000 years ago.

He laughed and cried- he felt all the fears we know.

He hated injustice- he taught what is right.

He said, "I'm the Way and the Truth and the Light."

His friends soon believe that he was the one,

The Savior, Messiah; in fact, God's own Son.

But others, they doubted, they did not agree.

So they took him, they tried him; he died on a tree.

God has made a way for all who mourn and grieve.

Death will never be the end, if you just believe.

There's nothing to fear, nothing, heaven knows,

For he died for us to give us life, and to give us hope, he rose.

  

From the Veggie Tales Easter Carol.