The Lonely Pilgrim

The Gospel

King of the Jews

Im dead to sin

Im dead in Him

For He will win

And He has won

On on the cross, arms spread wide, bearing my iniquity

Nothing hurt more than bearing God's wrath, sins price

Not the whipping, thorns, nails, or cross he carry

Could it be, He loves me enough to bear my vice?

Tetalisti! He cried

And gave his spirit

In his fathers hands

The world all dark

As he breathed his last

Until the curtain split

The earth trembled

And the saints rose

Truly, He's God's Son

But He was buried

In a tomb with the dead

For three days He lay

And Magdalene came

Tears rained down until

She saw Him, realized

"Rabbi!" Yes. Jesus rose

My Lord is Alive!