He is risen indeed!
All Hell seemed to whisper: ‘Just forget him, he’s dead’.
Then the Father looked down to the Son and 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! Arise!
Sin, where are your shackles?
Death, where is your sting?
Hell has been defeated.
The grave could not hold a King!
Happy Easter, Little Bunny!
This year, the Easter bunny (AKA Granny) left you raisins in your basket. In your world, this is even better than candy! Your smile, your ticklishness, your joy: they all overwhelm me with love for you. I can’t believe that Jesus loves you even more than I do! Someday you will understand that. Love you, pretty girl!
Thank you, LORD, for not only dying for my sins, but also for the sins of my daughter.
Truly there is no greater LOVE than this!