Gearing up for Easter

I just listened to the song, "Arise, My Love" by Newsong. It is all about the death and resurrection of Jesus. I hadn't heard it in awhile, but have it on a CD that I just found yesterday. It really is a beautiful song. It got me to thinking about how much I should be thinking about all that Christ did for me. Tomorrow, my plan is to read about Christ's death so that I will be more prepared to go into church on Sunday and celebrate my risen Savior. There is a passage in the NT where Paul talks about the resurrection. He claims, and rightly so, that if Jesus had not been resurrected, than there would be no point to Christianity. If He had merely lived a sinless life and then died, we would have no hope. That is why we celebrate at Easter, because a grave could not keep our Savior and He arose victorious over our sin that we might have eternal life with Him! It gets me excited just thinking about it!

Arise, My Love

Not a word was heard
at the tomb that day.
Just shuffling of soldiers feet
as they guarded the grave.
One day, two days,
three days had past.
Could it be that Jesus
breathed His last?

Could it be that His Father
had forsaken him?
Turned his back on his son
dispising our sin.
All hell seemed to whisper
"Just forget Him, He's dead."
Then the Father looked down
to his son and he said..

Arise, My love.
Arise, My love.
The grave no longer
has a hold on you
No more death's sting
No more suffering
Arise...Arise...my love.

The Earth trembled
and the tomb began to shake,
and like lightening
from Heaven the stone was rolled away.
And as dead man
the guards they all stood there in fright
As the power of love
displayed its might
Then suddenly a melody
filled the air
Riding wings of wind,
it was everywhere
The words all creation
had been longing to hear
The sweet sound of victory,
so loud and clear.

Arise, my love.
Arise, my love.
The grave no longer has a hold on you.
No more death's sting
no more suffering
Arise...arise....

Sin, where are your shackles?
Death, where is your sting?
Hell; has been defeated.
The grave could not hold the king.

Arise, My love.
Arise, My love.
The grave no longer
has a hold on you
No more death's sting
No more suffering
Arise....Arise....Arise