What if our Easter Sunday was Holy Spirit led?
What if in place of colored eggs, lost souls were sought instead?
Instead of hurried egg hunts, we’d hurry to Christ’s grave
Rejoice to find it empty, and shout within the cave
What if crimson spotted robes replaced our light pastels?
And thorns were thought more beautiful than eggs with painted shells?
We’d tie our aprons at our waists and wash each other’s feet
A sponge of vinegar we’d taste, instead of chocolate treats
What if the fluffy bunnies moved over for the Lamb?
And recognized the Prince of Peace, the King, the great I Am?
Instead of Easter baskets, our hearts would overflow
With kindness and concern for those we do and do not know
A prize egg fat with silver coins would lose its mass appeal
For Jesus is the Risen Christ, and all before Him kneel
Father, Teacher, Son of Man, Redeemer, Risen Lord
Master, Savior, Son of God, Christ will not be ignored!
So as we dye our hard boiled eggs, and tie our pretty bows
Let us remember Jesus Christ, from whom all blessings flow
Ours is life washed free from sin, for Jesus paid the price
He died to rise on Easter morn, our living sacrifice
Copyright © Anna Kittrell