A Glimpse Of Easter Poem by Loyd C Taylor Sr

On a hill, He is crying!
On the cross, He is dying -
Oh, see Him in agony!
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Behold Him in cruel pain!
Listen to Him cry out again,
'Father, why hast thou forsaken me? '
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For us, He is crucified!
For us, He suffered and died,
Taking our place on Calvary!
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He died the world to save!
He was buried in a cold dark grave,
As His enemies celebrated in glee!
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For three days and nights he lay,
Until death's shackles gave way,
As He arose triumphantly!
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Arisen, on that first day!
Arisen, He lives today!
Arisen eternally!
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© 2009 by Loyd C. Taylor