Janet Short-Windsor

(Hailsham, Sussex)

The Lord Is Risen - Poem by Janet Short-Windsor

I stood alone upon a hill,
The day was dark and very still.
Our dearest Lord has died for me
Upon the Cross at Calvary.
Not just for me, but others too
Who loved him with a love so true.
For sinners who would break his heart,
He played his final role, his part,

Now suddenly the day grew bright,
The hill was filled with heavenly light.
A joyous feeling filled my breast,
Our Lord no longer lay at rest.
My heart felt glad, no longer grey,
For on this Happy Easter Day
I met him with a loud "Amen"
Our dear Lord had risen again.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

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