It’s All Extra

In church on Saturday evening, I sang these words…

Beneath the weight of all our sin
You bow to none but heavens will
No scheme of hell, no scoffer’s crown
No burden great can hold you down
In strength you reign
Forever let your church proclaim

Christ is risen from the dead
Trampling over death by death
Come awake, come awake!
Come and rise up from the grave

And the only thing I could think was that it’s all extra.

In light of the cross and His obedience and the empty tomb and the torn veil…

All the rest...