Grace, it’s extended by a person and not a creed.
It reached out to meet me, a wretch in need.

Belief, let’s just say it’s required of me,
For Jesus to cleanse my heart and set me free.

Faith, more than a belief God is loving and just,
It’s an anchor that holds safely in life’s stormy gusts.

Trust, faith can’t wield its power without trust,
A willingness to be guided—dawn to dusk.

Hope,born out of faith it never grows old,
It’s an assurance death has no claim or hold.

Love, a litmus test applied to the faith I hold.
When directed towards others, Jesus’ story is told.

Easter is sometimes called resurrection Sunday.  Belief in a bodily resurrection extends clear back to the time of Abraham.  Job, a contemporary of Abraham, had this to say:

“For I know that my Redeemer lives, And He shall stand at last on the earth; And after my skin is destroyed, this I know, That in my flesh I shall see God.”  Job 19:25-26

Today, the hope of a bodily resurrection remains the greatest single desire for those who wish to live beyond the grave; to have their slate wiped clean of heartaches, defects and maladies; to once again be able to converse with lost friends and loved ones.  How can we be sure there will be a bodily resurrection for every believer in Jesus Christ?  The gospel of John records these words of Jesus just before the bodily resurrection of Lazarus:

Jesus said to her [Martha], “I am the…