Resurrection's Triumph

Upon a rugged cross, he hung in agony,
Jesus, bearing humanity's sin and tragedy.
His wounds, a testament to love's sacrifice,
Each drop of blood, a profound price.

Crowned with thorns, his brow adorned,
In anguish, his mercy and grace were sworn.
Nails pierced his hands, his feet, his side,
Yet forgiveness in his heart did abide.

Oh, the pain he bore, the weight of our sin,
Yet in his suffering, redemption did begin.
For in that moment of darkest despair,
Hope blossomed forth, beyond compare.

Three days passed, the tomb held its claim,
But death could not bind him, nor hold his name.
With power divine, he rose from the grave,
Conquering death, our souls to save.

Risen, triumphant, victorious king,
Heaven and earth rejoice, let creation sing!
For Jesus, in his resurrection's might,
Restores our souls, and fills us with light.

So let us remember the cross he bore,
The wounds he suffered, our sins he bore.
But in his resurrection, we find our hope,
For in Christ alone, we eternally cope.