This is a poem that may give one a better insight into and perspective of Easter.It is also a celebratory and appreciative poem.
O, Christ our Lord,Said nay to Luc’fer’s lies
Was pried nowhere for He died for I,
For you and I
Not shy to die he was,
For a necessary sacrifice ’twas
Masses passed and cursed the Lord,
‘Spite this, a classed man nursed the Lord
The centurions scurried
To carry the cross once nailed
Meek and weak, He was
Grabbed and stabbed,
Laughed at, our Lord
Praise never did Our Lord chase ;
The cross, his desire ’twas:
Well, He was not base
Death at noon and it began-
None but Christ could endure ; Our Lord!
After Hell that He bent
On the third He rose,
Forty hence ascension ;
Post cruc’fixion ascension
A valid valediction He gave, Our Lord
Forth He sent the Ghost ;
For us to be His Holy Host
We boast of the Ghost, for we are His Holy Host
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