As we celebrate
this Easter morn,
praise and thank
the day He was born.

Understand why
He hung on a tree.
He paid for our
sins at Calvary.

They mocked Him and scorned
Him, accepted all lies.
They crucified Him and
a thief on each side.

He looked up above, cried
"Can't take anymore,
take this cup from me, let
it pass, please, my Lord".

Joseph from Arimathae, wrapped His
body in a linen cloth,
laid Him in a sepulchre
while His followers watched.

They buried Him in a tomb,
let the Sabbath pass,
returned with prepared ointments
they had stored in a glass.

When they discovered 
the stone had rolled away,
they remembered His words, 
He would rise the third day.

He was born to be our Savior
He died for you and me
He paid the price for us
He died so we could be free.
©Carol Dee Meeks
2008 Oklahoma Senior Poet Laureate HONOR SCROLL AWARD
2007, 2005, 2004 Senior Poet Laureate of New Mexico 
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All Rights Reserved By Author

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