The Rising Of Jesus On Easter Sunday Poem by Bernedita Rosinha Pinto

Not the Kings, not the Soldiers
not even the Cross, the Crown of thorns, the nails
could hold him back from resurrection.
He was born to be remembered, to be revered
and as every year passes, endless is the faith
of those who believe in Him.
He never became a president
yet all the presidents know His name.
He never became a doctor
yet all the patients call out to Him and pray.
He never was a criminal
yet he was crucified
and though he was a preacher,
who practiced good over evil, forgiveness over sin,
the world, the countries, who share Christian brotherhood
carry in their hearts the love and compassion instilled in them
by one single person chosen by God whose name is Jesus.