Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D.,
Happy Easter,20-04-2014 - Poem by Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D.,
Lord Christ has risen as foretold!
His empty tomb is valid proof;
Both death and grave couldn’t hold Him back;
He resurrected on third day!
The heavy stone across the tomb
Was found to be just set aside,
With soldiers guarding it dumbfound,
As they could not believe their eyes!
Alas! Death failed to have its sway
Upon the Lord and King of Kings;
The words of Scripture had its way,
And happy were mankind, earthlings.
The Savior Christ had done His part;
Defeated satan has no words;
The Virgin’s womb that bore the Lord
Is blessed forever as per word;
The greatest miracle earth saw
Was resurrection of Christ Lord;
They tried to hide the light of truth
To Father, Son had kept His word!
Glory to God and His great plan!
The mouth of hell can’t engulf man;
All sinners penitent are saved;
And heaven’s narrow gate is wide.
Lord Jesus Christ is back alive!
His body crucified is live;
Heaven dealt hell its final blow;
Christ Lord is hero of this show!
The human race can live in peace;
The fear of death is passing phase;
Heaven is full of rejoicings;
Christ, Son of God is King of Kings!
Joy fills the hearts of Apostles;
The joy of Mary knows no bounds;
Those who put Christ to death on cross,
Are filled with shame, for their great fault.
All prophecies had been fulfilled;
Christ won the war against satan;
All human souls will resurrect,
And gain heaven if they deserve.
Easter has filled the earth with joy;
The joy of Christmas has gone wild;
Christ shed His precious blood for all;
Heaven is within each one’s reach.
Truth’s victory over hell’s evil,
Has sealed the fate of each devil;
Man need not fear hell’s damnation;
Glory to God and His nation!
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