Alive

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Resurrected, and…
Alive! I…I have seen Him
Go tell the others!

Behind the lines

Jesus said to her, “Woman, why are you weeping? Whom are you seeking?” Supposing him to be the gardener, she said to him, “Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have laid him, and I will take him away.” Jesus said to her, “Mary.” She turned and said to him in Aramaic, “Rabboni!” (which means Teacher). Jesus said to her, “Do not cling to me, for I have not yet ascended to the Father; but go to my brothers and say to them, ‘I am ascending to my Father and your Father, to my God and your God.’” Mary Magdalene went and announced to the disciples, “I have seen the Lord”—and that he had said these things to her (John 20:15-18).

…“I am the resurrection and the life. Whoever believes in me, though he die, yet shall he live…(John 11:25).

Go therefore and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all that I have commanded you. And behold, I am with you always, to the end of the age” (Matthew 28:19-20).

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Finished

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He cried, “It’s finished!”
The Creator breathed His last
Death soon defeated

Behind the lines

When Jesus had received the sour wine, he said, “It is finished,”
and he bowed his head and gave up his spirit.
(John 19:30)

So they took the body of Jesus and bound it in linen cloths with the spices, as is the burial custom of the Jews. Now in the place where he was crucified there was a garden, and in the garden a new tomb in which no one had yet been laid. So because of the Jewish day of Preparation, since the tomb was close at hand, they laid Jesus there.
(John 19:40-42)

He is not here, for he has risen, as he said.
Come, see the place where he lay.
(Matthew 28:6)

Troubled

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Verse 1
One of you will betray me
One of you will deny
All of you will be afraid
And scattered into the night

Pre-Chorus
I will lay down my life
I will lay down my life

Chorus
Don’t let your hearts be troubled, troubled
Don’t let your fears get in the way
Believe in God, believe also in me
And when your world starts to crumble
Don’t let your hearts be troubled

Verse 2
There is a new commandment
One that I give to you
That you love one another
With the love which I’ve loved you

Bridge
I will go and prepare a place for you
My Father’s house has many rooms
So keep my commands until I come again
And remember I am coming soon

All of My Thorns

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Verse 1
What grace is this – I don’t understand
I can’t forget my part in nailing your hands
I should be the one crucified like a thief
Why should you die for me

Pre-Chorus
Surely this man was the Son of God

Chorus
The thorn in my flesh
Plus my sin and my pride
What else can I do
But give them to you
And all that I face
When I’m hurting inside
Please help me endure
Cause your grace is sufficient for…
All of my thorns

Verse 2
I’ve heard you care and you are kind
But my awful deeds are stuck deep in my mind
You said, “Father, they know not what they do”
Am I forgiven too

Bridge
I didn’t know I was on holy ground
When I forced it upon your brow
I just spit and laughed and knelt half-way down
And mocked you with my sinners crown

Ride on, Ride on in Majesty

Henry Hart Milman (1791–1868) wrote what many consider the best Palm Sunday hymn ever. I like the up and down movement his poetry creates. As we’re riding along on the donkey we see the palms scattered on the ground, we sense the lowliness of Christ knowing what difficulty lies ahead, then we’re taken up to angels watching with great interest, while the Father observes knowing He must soon pour out His wrath on His Son. Then, in the last verse, we’re brought down to complete the ride to the cross where Jesus bows his head in death, only to rise again to reign victorious.

Ride on, ride on in majesty!
Hark, all the tribes hosanna cry,
Thy humble beast pursues his road,
With palms and scattered garments strowed.

Ride on, ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die,
O Christ thy triumph now begin,
O’er captive death and conquered sin.

Ride on, ride on in majesty!
The winged squadrons of the sky,
Look down with sad and wond’ring eyes,
To see the approaching Sacrifice.

Ride on, ride on in majesty!
Thy last and fiercest strife is nigh;
The Father on his sapphire throne,
Awaits his own anointed Son.

Ride on, ride on in majesty!
In lowly pomp ride on to die;
Bow thy meek head to mortal pain,
Then take, O God, thy power and reign.

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