Easter, verse # 3

Happy Easter…

We weren’t there to see the thorns,
we weren’t there to hear the crowd,
we weren’t there to feel the pain,
we weren’t there to shout His name,
we never saw the stone,
moved in or out of place,
and we never saw the cloak,
that draped across his face,
but now we sing the songs
and recite the poems
and speak the words,
and now we know the name
and know the ways
of a voice we never heard,
but believe,
yes, believe,
we weren’t there to see ascension,
we weren’t there when He awoke,
we weren’t there when books were written,
we weren’t there to hear the words,
but believe,
yes, we believe,
and we give thanks,
and we have hope,
and we have faith,
and we celebrate,
and we believe.

Easter, verse # 2

Happy Easter…

Somewhere between creating boiled eggs with pastel colors topped with artistic designs
and hiding them out in the yard for the kids to find;
Somewhere between creating Easter baskets filled with marshmallow birds and chocolate bunnies, situated in green plastic grass and wrapped in clear paper tied with colorful ribbon;
Somewhere between school parties and town parades and spring carnivals,
we look to the sky and remember,
and our hearts sing because He lives.

Easter, verse # 1

Happy Easter… (The Lily)

In the garden of life there is a flower,
a flower of beauty, a flower of peace,
with petals of innocence
meant to trumpet the news,
carrying the fragrance of hope
across the meadows of time.