Thank you my darling brother Christ
For all that you have loved and gave
Is our treacherous life worthy of its price
Without pay we only have an empty grave
It's in the garden with your sacrifice of origin
For only God could sweat blood from the pore
Man would forget the truth in his own religion
Claiming sacrifice on the cross was the core
While his death on the tree was a necessary
And without that day we could never rise up
Taking our sin was courageous and legendary
Truly he was tested while he partook of that cup
Thank you Father for giving us your only son
We are genuinely sorry for the pain he endured
But with him and a little bit of hope our day is won
This Easter, may some of our souls be cured
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