How do rabbits, eggs and
beans
Tells us what the season
means?
All the stuff that seems so
good
Is now not really
understood.
We hide the eggs, with
colors bright,
In hopes of giving some
insight
To help explain the Easter
tale,
But meaning’s lost beyond
the vale
Of knowing what was dearly
given,
Why a cross where nails
were driven
Into arms outstretched in
pain,
What was there for us to
gain?
The cost to pay the price for
sin
Required sacrifice to win
A battle over death and
fear,
Allowing us to dare draw
near
To one who did the world
create.
Who conquered to remove
the hate
That separated us from
God.
So willingly the path he
trod
That led to darkest
Calvary,
To be then nailed upon a
tree
By those he came to heal
and save,
For them his life he
freely gave.
So, finding truth in what
we know,
Allows us to regain the
flow
Of mercy that will never
cease,
As we receive God’s gift
of…
Peace,
Alex
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