Color Of Easter Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Easter, the glorious season, beautiful to behold, purples,
pinks, whites of decoration, easing our minds into depths
of sorrow, praying and crying, in the garden of Gethesme.

Touching upon the many sins of man, not dwelling long on
them, choosing instead, death, so that all would be forgiven
by God.

What a total sacrifice for such unworthy people as we are,
glory and forgiveness are the most important prerequisites
of His death.

As we live on, carrying the memories from one generation
to another through His most precious blood, spilled for the
sake of man's sins.

Crucified for our sake, loving everyone totally without
reserve like we should all strive to be in our lives as we
live from day to day.

Instead of using force and violence we need to pray for the
peace God gave us on Easter Day, as He rose from the dead,
saving all of mankind from the brink of hell.