Easter is coming, once again;
It is a boon and not a bane;
The year is two thousand and seven;
’Tis time to prepare your soul for heaven.
Follow the road taken by Christ’s cross;
Offer your sorrows to Jesus, the boss;
This is the time to sacrifice;
Make up your mind to give up all vice!
Forgive and forget your neighbors’ faults;
Bear not witness against him false;
Waste not time and never tell lies;
A Christian ought to be soul-wise.
Jesus died to rise again;
His sufferings were not in vain;
He left His Holy Spirit here,
For us to live, without any fear.
Prepare your soul by good confession;
Do your penance with passion;
Where are the Shepherds? Where are the flocks?
Where are the men of God in white frocks?
Open your heart to Jesus Christ-
The Son of the One, Living God praised;
If your flocks have gone astray,
Go search and bring them in Christ’s way!
This is excellence. The message and the delivery. Thank you Richard
Marvelous piece of work here with Jesus, the Lord. Your poetry is so profound, I do say.
lovely celes. yes, i alaways pray to the holy spirit and he always answers with boon.
I am happy to read your poem. I have again downloaded your e-book today, to be read one by one leisurely.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a fine, heartfelt poem. Sending you a bouquet of 'Happy Easter wishes' from West Virginia. Warmest regards, Sandra