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The Easter Flower
Far from this foreign Easter damp and chilly
My soul steals to a pear-shaped plot of ground,
Where gleamed the lilac-tinted Easter lily
Soft-scented in the air for yards around;
Alone, without a hint of guardian leaf!
Just like a fragile bell of silver rime,
It burst the tomb for freedom sweet and brief
In the young pregnant year at Eastertime;
And many thought it was a sacred sign,
And some called it the resurrection flower;
And I, a pagan, worshiped at its shrine,
Yielding my heart unto its perfumed power.
See the land, her Easter keeping,
Rises as her Maker rose.
Seeds, so long in darkness sleeping,
Burst at last from winter snows.
Earth with heaven above rejoices;
Fields and gardens hail the spring;
Shaughs and woodlands ring with voices,
While the wild birds build and sing.
You, to whom your Maker granted
Powers to those sweet birds unknown,
Use the craft by God implanted;
Use the reason not your own.
Here, while heaven and earth rejoices,
Each his Easter tribute bring-
Work of fingers, chant of voices,
Like the birds who build and sing.
THE silver trumpets rang across the Dome:
The people knelt upon the ground with awe:
And borne upon the necks of men I saw,
Like some great God, the Holy Lord of Rome.
Priest-like, he wore a robe more white than foam,
And, king-like, swathed himself in royal red,
Three crowns of gold rose high upon his head:
In splendour and in light the Pope passed home.
My heart stole back across wide wastes of years
To One who wandered by a lonely sea,
And sought in vain for any place of rest:
‘Foxes have holes, and every bird its nest,
I, only I, must wander wearily,
And bruise my feet, and drink wine salt with tears.’
Ridiculed and mocked, nailed to a cross.
Each of his followers mourning his loss.
Set down from on high, placed in a cave.
Unmovable stone in front of his grave.
Roman soldiers guarded the solemn room,
Rejecting attempts to enter the tomb.
Entrance sealed so no one could steal
Christ’s body, which had a great appeal.
Then on the third day, Mary could not believe
Inside the cave – no body to grieve.
On Sunday he was seen it was said.
Now God had raised His son from the dead.
Eric R. Harvey
Freedom In The Cross
There’s something that occurred
on that evening at Calvary
that created such a lavish stir
in all of history.
Upon that old rugged cross
our Savior bared it all
and offered himself a sacrifice
to overspread humanity’s fall.
The sacred blood that was spilled
wiped clean the sinner’s slate.
Christ paid the price for everyone
and carried our weight.
A willing heart endured the pain,
and purpose paved His way.
He opened the eyes of every man
To whom He came to save.
Though the tragedy of that day
will be mourned by those around,
our joy is found three days later
when He arose from the very ground.
And through that selfless act of love,
we were given new life in Him,
set loose from our bondages
to experience true freedom within.
Love To The Fullest
Love to the fullest once roamed our earth.
He arrived here by means of a heavenly birth.
From the very beginning most everyone knew
there was something so special this child would do.
As time would prevail He became a man,
teaching us love from God’s own hand.
Though to some He knew He would be such a dread.
They never could rest until He was dead!
He knew His own fate from beginning to end.
He knew and still loved His betraying friend.
He carried His cross using His own two feet
to die for our sins and our total defeat.
Why did He do it? No reason but love!
He wanted to help us to heaven above.
Who was this man with such merciful love?
None other than Jesus, our Savior above!
Patricia L. Cisco
I Got me flowers to straw Thy way,
I got me boughs off many a tree;
But Thou wast up by break of day,
And brought’st Thy sweets along with Thee.
The sunne arising in the East,
Though he give light, and th’ East perfume,
If they should offer to contest
With Thy arising, they presume.
Can there be any day but this,
Though many sunnes to shine endeavour?
We count three hundred, but we misse:
There is but one, and that one ever.
I laughed and mocked as He walked that day,
up a hill to redeem my soul.
I joined the crowd to spit and jeer,
and I watched His sorrow grow.
I drove every nail deep in His hands
with every sin in my heart.
My rebellion shoved the thorns in His head,
and my strife tore His robe apart.
I used my hatred to give Him a bitter drink,
and I glared down on Him with pride.
I thought of past disappointments,
and with my anger, I pierced His side.
I denied His power and ignored His worth
and stood waiting for His life to end.
I watched the last drop of His blood fall,
not knowing my grief would begin.
I looked around to find His accusers,
but no one was there but me.
I looked at my hands; they were stained with blood,
and then I began to see.
Conviction slowly entered my heart,
and I dropped all my weapons of choice:
the pride, the anger, the hatred, the lust,
and then I heard His voice.
“Forgive her Father, I died for her.
I paid the price for her soul,
I bore her sickness and all of her pain,
and now I have made her whole.”
He looked down on me with loving eyes.
He saw my present, my future, my past.
He knew I needed a Savior,
and my soul had found Him at last.
I looked around to find His accusers,
but no one was there but me.
Happy Easter Limerick
Easter weekend’s a time when we feast
On a turkey that’s freshly deceased
Or a slow roasted duck
That has run out of pluck
Or a lamb that’s been recently fleeced
Many places are holding parades
With traffic cut off by blockades
As folks line the streets
And as cops walk the beats
Of their city and town promenades
Many candies and eggs will be hid
So that many a cute little kid
Can damage their teeth
And their gums underneath
In a sugary takeover bid
As for me, I’ll watch sports on TV
While indulging in crackers with Brie
Washing down with some suds
Such as Molsons or Buds
Then I’ll empty myself when I pee
So I hope you all have a good Easter
As you sit in your den on your keester
Or chill out with your chums
Or be flapping your gums
On the phone with your brother or seester
The Reason We Celebrate Easter
We celebrate the resurrection
and hail the risen Christ.
We kneel before the rugged cross
where Jesus gave His life.
We lift our hands in total praise
and give thanks to God above
for the great sacrifice He made
to declare His unfailing love.
If we look back to Calvary
where Jesus was crucified,
we can see His nail-pierced hands
and the wounds in His side.
We marvel at Christ’s suffering
and give thanks for His sacrifice
’cause it was for us that Jesus died
so we could have eternal life.
But God raised Jesus from the dead!
And with gratitude we can say,
“Our sin debt has been paid in full,”
so we celebrate Resurrection Day!
Three Years And Twelve Friends
We’ve been given the greatest gift,
The most precious, wonderful promise ever made.
It’s about the resurrection.
This truth will never fade.
His gift is for all eternity,
Not just a moment in time.
He’s given us a mind-boggling gift.
He was innocent of His crime.
Released from the burden of our sin,
The veil was torn to free.
A promise delivered as the prophecies told.
The ancient ones could see.
Nothing can separate,
No man-made intervention.
We are saved from our mortal sin
By the power of the resurrection.
He came and walked with us
With twelve friends he taught and prayed.
Three years of dedicated ministry,
In His blood our debt is paid.
Raelene J. Elliss
Let every heart be filled with joy,
A joy of thankfulness to our Savior and King!
He is victorious over sin and death.
He conquered death to give us a new life.
A life blossoms through His unending love.
It is for a cause and without condition
The love that brings healing and reconciliation,
A pure love that creates in us real peace.
Peace that springs from his sacred heart,
A heart that bleeds for our affliction.
It is full of mercy and compassion,
A heart wounded for our sins and vainglory.
Rejoice! Jesus is truly risen from the dead
For us to live once again,
To live without blemish of pride,
And live a life unselfishly for others in need.
He Did It For Me
It was for me Christ Jesus died.
So that I could live, He was crucified.
Jesus was innocent, he knew no sin.
But yet He died for sinful men.
It was for me Jesus paid the price.
He became the ultimate sacrifice.
Oh, the depth of the love of one.
Who would offer up his only son?
It was for love God gave His all
to restore mankind after the fall.
The debt was huge and the price high,
therefore an innocent man had to die.
God could find no one else to qualify
to pay the awful debt for you and I.
Because sin was found in one and all,
only Jesus could answer the call.
So out of His endless love for man
God unfolded His perfect plan.
Jesus said, “I’ll give my life for man.”
And God said, “I’ll raise you up again.”
And through the death of Jesus Christ
we all have access to eternal life.
From east to west, in all directions,
we give thanks for the resurrection.
Thoughts Of Easter
I awoke before dawn this Easter morn,
Laid very still and just thought,
Not of the eggs and bunnies that Easter brings,
But of the gift of life that it brought,
I thought of that cross he carried,
That crown of thorns on his head,
The nails into his body they buried,
Betrayed by even those that he led,
Up that road to Calvary,
Totally sinless too,
Jesus paid the ultimate out of love,
He died for me, for you,
Love keeps no records of right or wrong,
Love doesn’t keep a score,
To our Father in heaven we all belong,
Just as on that day long before,
I looked in the room at my sleeping sons,
Tears slipped from my eyes,
God had done more than I could have done,
To just watch as my son suffered and died,
My Easter held such meaning then,
As I watched the dawn breaking through,
Just thinking of that day so long ago,
When God did what I could not do.
No Second Chance
If there was no resurrection,
there would be no hope for mankind.
We would have no second chance
and no peace of mind.
The love of God is clearly seen
in the sacrifice of His Son,
who took our punishment and our sin
and offered redemption for everyone.
Had not Jesus died on the cross,
had His life not been sacrificed,
there would be no forgiveness of sin
and there would be no eternal life.
Jesus did no wrong and knew no sin.
But for love’s sake He died…
so our sin debt could be paid in full.
He gave Himself to be crucified.
The good news of salvation
comes to us by the way of the cross.
God raised up Jesus from the dead
so that no man need be lost.
Oh, what love the Father has for us,
shown by the gift He freely gave.
So that we could have a second chance.
God raised Jesus from the grave.
Lord, Who createdst man in wealth and store,
Though foolishly he lost the same,
Decaying more and more,
Till he became
O let me rise,
As larks, harmoniously,
And sing this day Thy victories:
Then shall the fall further the flight in me.
My tender age in sorrow did beginne;
And still with sicknesses and shame
Thou didst so punish sinne,
That I became
Let me combine,
And feel this day Thy victorie;
For, if I imp my wing on Thine,
Affliction shall advance the flight in me.
When Jesus came on the scene
He came in a way that was humble
Here on earth
He never mumbled nor grumbled
Man shed innocent blood
When Jesus died on the cross
They thought they were above God
In the end they found out who was boss
Easter is a day set aside
For Christ’s death, burial and resurrection
If in your life you’re not living right
This is the time to make corrections
Easter shouldn’t be celebrated
With nice clothes and beautiful hats
God’s death, burial and resurrection
Has nothing to do with that
Jesus bore the cross
Heading for Calvary
Through God’s love
Allowed us to be free
He was put in His tomb
And on the 3rd day He got out
So I could capture salvation
And for this reason I can jump and shout
Now when I think of Easter
I don’t think of material things
I use it as a reminder
Of the joy it brings.
Michael A Burke Sr
Pure fasted faces draw unto this feast:
God comes all sweetness to your Lenten lips.
You striped in secret with breath-taking whips,
Those crooked rough-scored chequers may be pieced
To crosses meant for Jesu’s; you whom the East
With draught of thin and pursuant cold so nips
Breathe Easter now; you serged fellowships,
You vigil-keepers with low flames decreased,
God shall o’er-brim the measures you have spent
With oil of gladness, for sackcloth and frieze
And the ever-fretting shirt of punishment
Give myrrhy-threaded golden folds of ease.
Your scarce-sheathed bones are weary of being bent:
Lo, God shall strengthen all the feeble knees.
Gerard Manley Hopkins
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