Easter Comes: A Wonderful Time
Written by: My friend, Pauline Gibson
A constantly changing picture
Effused with rhythm and rhyme
Suddenly, sharp, shiny showers,
with golden sun edged about;
Charming and tantalizing as they come and go again.
See the man who is God hanging on a cross beam tree.
Taking all our sin, willingly He was slain.
Greasy paper gets locked to the lamppost;
as it is blown harshly by.
Then wrenching its way to freedom
it seeks a place to lie.
See the man who is God lying in a tomb.
He came obediently, in our place to die.
Blustering winds send tiny, pretty flower
heads dancing across reflective pools.
They go darting and skimming, never knowing pain.
Jesus ROSE FROM THE DEAD
SEE, THE EMPTY TOMB.,
HE did all this so God would be our gain!