Easter Day - Poem by Tom Zart
There once was a traveler who was driven out of town
On His shoulders was a burden that pushed Him to the ground.
On His head was a crown made of thorns from a bush
And the street was so crowded the guards had to push.
They beat Him with nine tails each step of the way
Where Christ found the strength, only God could say.
They stopped at some sandstone at the top of a hill
There was a round hole the cross would soon fill.
They made Him lie down upon that wood cross
There they nailed Him to prove who was boss.
The beam was up-ended by the muscles of men
As it plunged down the hole it was carved to fit in.
Then Jesus looked up at the lightning that flew
And cried, God, my Father, they know not what they do.
They crucified our Lord as His blood flowed to Earth
If inside you believe, you feel what love is worth.
They wrapped Him in loincloth when He was taken down
Then carefully removed His scarlet stained crown.
They placed Him in a cave with a large, round, stone door
Before sealing forever, they lay lilies on the floor.
It wasn't very long, and the stone was rolled away
For Jesus resurrected, to rise on Easter Day!
Thank God for Jesus who died on the cross
Our passage to Heaven was paid by His loss.
Every knee shall bow and tongues confess all
That Jesus is our Lord at His final call.
Angels will descend with Jesus in the sky
He’ll greet us with open arms when it's our time to fly.
For our Lord awaits all who believe
And those who do not, shall be told to leave.
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