Another Easter has come and gone,
Another day to celebrate Your death and resurrection.
You were the ultimate Passover lamb!
Your blood was shed so that death would pass us by,
And we are new creations in You.
Isn’t it amazing that the spring season,
Celebrated by the world with baskets of bunny eggs,
Is the very season You brought new life to the world?
Even the seasons speak of Your glory.
Each new leaf speaks of souls won.
I just saw my son born.
He’s weak and small, but he’s so alive.
I imagine that’s how You see us.
You enjoy us, even in our weakness.
You celebrate every bold new step we take.
We’re Yours now, loved now,
And nothing could ever make us otherwise.
Thank you for our new lives, Jesus,
The ones You bought with blood.
Please teach us to grow.
“For the Spirit of God has made me, and the breath of the Almighty gives me life.”–Job 33:4