Riding in to town like a king
Oh, the joy that comes with spring
Silently enduring bogus trials
Oh, to see the children's smiles
A nail for each hand, and one shared by his feet
Oh, the fun of an egg hunt cannot be beat
"Forgive them," he asks, "they know not what they do."
Who is he talking about – them, me or you?
"It is finished," he cried, just before dying
Oh, the thrill of Easter egg dying
His body was placed in a tomb, not a casket
Oh, grab hold of those bunnies and fill up that basket
Prophecies fulfilled, three days later he rose
Oh, the parades, fancy bonnets and bows
Why do we celebrate Easter this way –
Nesting sugary treats on fake beds of hay?
It's the resurrection of Jesus – have no doubt
That's what Easter is truly about
Happy Easter!
- M
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