Quip's Corner - My Savior

Through dusty paths of olive grove and over hillsides of grass and stone
Along the shores of fishing boats and drying nets of twisted rope

The beggar and the child alike, the blind man who regained his sight
My Savior walked the paths of men, from God, with love, my Lord was sent

His voice was soft, of tender speech to children gathered at his feet
No respecter of persons, a love undefiled, he cried for the children, the pure and the mild

Blessed wine for all and broke the unleavened, He taught the humble the principles of heaven
Cleansing the temple, turning tables asunder, He spoke of authority as if in a voice of thunder

Heavy ladened by sin for an ignorant world, he suffered alone until victory was assured
A betrayal contrived from hate and pride, with mocking scorn, a trial of lies

A crown of thorns and wooden beam, my savior hung for all, with no esteem
A tomb, the housing for mortal cover, his body laid while loved ones suffered

Three days, the dead, new life, was given, A vacant tomb, my Lord had risen
As a gift to all, he conquered death, so we might too be given breath

Taken up from death with power above, to reign in truth, in justice and love!