MY EASTER STORY
by Trevor
(drummer with our worship group)
I was only a face in the crowd
Who was this man I could see?
People were calling out "Lord!"
Some falling down on their knees
From my place in the crowd where I stood
I could see the man's face bore a frown
He was wearing a cloak and a hood
— riding a colt into town
Hanging down by his side, his arms
Sadness displayed on his face
though many were waving with palms
I felt that he looked out of place
Days later the crowds were all lost
No waving palms in the street
Then I saw the man bearing a cross
With blood pouring down on his feet
The next time I saw him I cried
And fell at his feet so to pray
I was there at the moment he died
So I heard the last words he would say
"Forgive them, they know not what they do"
They were words I did not understand
Then I looked into his eyes and I knew
He had died in the way he had planned
I remember the face in the crowd
Now I stand in the place where he stood!
To all men on earth he endowed
God's forgiveness - paid by his precious blood
I now see a face in the crowd
The face I saw dying in pain
No longer in death's binding shroud
He is back in the crowd once again