Do we remember what we celebrate at Easter?
We were buried therefore with him by baptism into death, in order that, just as Christ was raised from the dead by the glory of the Father, we too might walk in newness of life.
Newness of life is not a “someday” thing. We were made to LIVE now. Christ promises us more than a ticket to a far off place we call “heaven”—he offers us life and peace and strength and hope . . . now.
A couple of years ago I wrote a song about this called, Crucified. I am so passionate about the message of the song (because it has changed and shaped my life) so Erik and I have shared it wherever we have played around the world.
Words & Music: Stephanie Staples
Vocal: Stephanie Staples
Keys/Organ: Blair Masters
Electric Guitar: Brennan Smiley
Bass: Matt Pierson
Drums: Ken Lewis
Refrain of “Oh, the blood of Jesus, it washes white as snow,” Public Domain
Crucified
In your final moments of humanity you chose
To cry out for your father to forgive us
Broken for our weakness, your delight was to make known
The way that God had chosen to redeem us
The depth of your compassion
The selflessness you showed
Proves beyond all reason
You had given up control
You had a life inside you
Conquering the death
That separated us from the beauty we had known
You became, in that moment, everything we are
Crucified, now we’re alive
Those precious final moments became our remedy for pain
You showed us how to love one another
Broken for the breaking, delighting to make known
The way that God had chosen to redeem us
The depth of your compassion
The selflessness you showed
Proves beyond all reason
We must give up our control
We need your life inside us
To conquer all the death
That separates love from the beauty we should know
May we be, in this moment, one with who you are
Make us alive
May your life inside us
Conquer all the death
That separates us from the beauty we should know
May we be, in this moment, one with who you are
Make us alive
May your life inside us
Conquer all the death
That separates us from the beauty we could know
May we be, in this moment, one with who you are
Make us alive
Oh, the blood of Jesus
It washes white as snow
©2010 Stephanie Staples