THE FIRST EASTER SUNDAY

The First Easter Sunday

Through cheering crowds, who line

the road

A donkey trots, with its precious load

On it's back, sits the son of God

A swish of tail, and head, a nod

On through the hills, to Jerusalem's

gate

Where crowds by the roadside,

excitedly wait

To see Jesus, as he passes by

The hot sun shines down through a

clear blue sky

What was foretold, they could not know

For God, in his wisdom, ordained it so

That Jesus by them, would be denied

Then, on a cross, be crucified

He taught us to Love, and how to Pray

Gave us God's Laws, on a stone of clay

And by example, showed us the way

To live our lives in peace, each day

A tomb in a hillside, sealed by stone

The body of Jesus there, alone

He died, that we might be forgiven

That we might find a place, in heaven

Coming to see. On that first Easter Day

The tomb is found empty. Where can

he be?

"Don't cry" said an angel: "He's risen

And gone to be with his Father,

In Heaven"

Jerusalem stands as always, today

And in its streets, the children play

'Time' and 'Change' are here to stay

His Truth will never fade away

In the hills, the shepherd still tends

his sheep

'Old' and 'New' have come to terms

The presence of our 'Lord,' pervades

the land

He 'touches' our hearts and minds,

with his hand

The camel growls, sullenly, and plods

disdainfully on...

Stan Davenport.

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