For Easter
I'd like to give you special things at Easter;
Not colored eggs or bunnies, if you please.
I'd like to give you brand new hope and sunshine,
And even deeper faith to bend your knees.
I'd like to catch your hand in dewy sunrise,
Run that mile and view that empty tomb;
Maybe, sing the alleluia chorus ~
Weep for joy and dance away the gloom.
Could we just sit silent, watching all the traffic
Coming in, to find the grave clothes there;
Like an empty shell, cocoon all dry and vacant,
While the Spirit soars magnificently through air?
We would sure rejoice that our precious Lord had risen.
But, we'd have to go ~ to shout it to the world
And we couldn't wait so long; the fire within us
Would consume us if we didn't share this pearl.
So, may I paint word pictures of Him risen?
Imagine all the tears of joy we'd share
And recall, to you, the greatest of all victories
Is in this early morning's dewy air.
© Joan Clifton Costner
Joan is a Heavenly Inspirations author.
It looked like they won
but Jesus wasn't done yet. SN
He finished one thing and started another.
Mark 16:6
And he saith unto them, Be not affrighted:
Ye seek Jesus of Nazareth, which was crucified:
he is risen; he is not here: behold the
place where they laid him.
