Psalm 1

Our Righteous Father,

The man who never walked with the wicked,

Who never stood in the way of sinners,

Or sat with the mockers.

The man who delighted in your law,

And meditated on it day and night,

Perished like the wicked,

Was blown like chaff,

Was subjected to your judgement;

So that we who deserve to perish,

Might be blessed,

Might flourish,

Might prosper,

And might be watched over by you.

We praise you for your mercy to us.

Amen

Easter Sunday

Father,

What a blessed relief to not have to carry that which is my due;

To be given freedom in place of punishment;

To be granted amnesty in the place of justice;

To be granted sonship in the place of alienation.

And to have these for all eternity is sweet bliss…

Thank you for the suffering servant, raised from the dead today.

Amen