Easter Poem by Seth Mutau

easter a time filled with n easterly mean, it looks at us with a clear eye, some feel its false warmth, but taste its eggz.

on easter we whisper Jesus, coz he is a prayer so close u cn touch him, al u nid 2 do is pray..

on easter hearts need 2 be free! our hearts are of stones sometimes. its easter let it flow like the zambezi, and let God raw in it! but let there b no crocs in it.

on easter Gods luv spreads in hearts, God sacrifised his son, ths is y we celebrate! come to him and receive beautiful love and grace

hey its easter lets make rabbit sounds.