Before He was lifted upon the cross,
To the bottom He did descend.
Before He rose on that Sabbath morn,
Death became His friend.
If Jesus Christ first had to sink
Before ascending above all things.
Then must I too trudge down below
In order to earn my wings?
This is the promise of Easter
No matter how low I may be
That if I am patient I too will rise
A more perfect and glorious me!
by Brenda Hebert