I followed you from Galilee
To that sad day on Calvary
Of love You spoke
New hope You woke
Some said I was a prostitute
In me You saw no ill repute
My heart now cries
I watch You die
Sharp spikes that pierce Your hands draw blood
And through my heart emotions flood
A Son so blessed
Is laid to rest
Three days I stayed outside Your tomb
Never to see You I presumed
And though I mourned
I genuflect and watch You rise
To join Your Father in the skies
This blessed day
Showed us “The Way”
The sacrifice You made for man
Celebrated in many lands
Give thanks and pray
Written in the first-person view of Mary Magdalene, one of Christ’s best known
disciples. According to modern religious scholars, the Gospels of Mark and John say
she was the first person to see Jesus after he rose from the dead.
Tears of joy streak down
My dust covered face
As I just wandered by and witnessed
The utmost glorious grace
Just three days ago
I watched them crucify
The son of God himself
The man called Jesus Christ
They poked him with their spears
Wet his tongue with a vinegar sponge
Nailed him to a tree
And taunted “you’re not God’s son.”
He hung there ‘til he died
From his side water did drop
They buried him in a tomb
Where today I had to stop
Past three days the door was covered
A large stone placed there that day
But, today as I walked by
An angel rolled it away
He had kept his promise
Only 3 days would he lay dead
To forgive us all our sins
And, I believed in what he said
He glided out of the tomb
As if floating in the air
“Do not be afraid” he said,
With gentle love, and care
He represents new life
And all the wounds he can heal
Is Easter day your resurrection?
Can Jesus Christ be your shield?
I weep to think of the pain
He endured for you and me
So he could take away our sins
And one day, set us free!
By: Miranda Lambert
For: Gwendolyn Rixs’ contest: What easter means to me
After planking some wood,
I carried it across the yard,
two boards at a time upon my shoulders.
When I finished erecting the stack of wood,
she offered a refreshing sip from her cup
and nailed me harder than Jesus had been.
(the irony of the wood and nails didn't escape me)
I figure this to be a great tradition to uphold
during the Easter holidays:
the wood and nails,
riding a divine ascension into heaven
upon her thighs.
And on the third day
he rose again
*This is referring to the hybridization of Easter as decreed by Constantine,
and the pre-existing Ishtar celebration of sex and fertility.
Ishtar is the root-origin of the word: Easter.
If you were to ask me, I'd say that Constantine attempted ruining a good thing.
It is one of my many life goals to help resurrect feel-good Pagan celebrations such
as the Ishtar Spring Festivities.
If one has a willing lover, this celebration is easy to partake in,
and can be most pleasurable: simply plank some wood and start nailing.
A sustained rhythm is highly advisable when engaging in a good session of nailing.
Happy Ishtar/Easter Holy Days!
At the joyful sunrise service on Easter morn
On the sands of Daytona Beach no lines are drawn
Worshippers from each Christian denomination
Gather in unison as one congregation
Protestants, Mormons and Catholics in pre-dawn haze
Chorus of voices offering hymns of great praise
As the sun rises here, just as God’s son rose then
For a moment in time, many faiths are brethren
When the first rays of light streak across the ocean
‘Neath glowing pink light, we celebrate Christ risen
Surely God smiles down as all believers embrace,
Celebrate the Resurrection, bask in His grace
Good will is conveyed as heartfelt pledges are made
That the love displayed on Easter will never fade
All in attendance take this vow seriously
Knowing Christ’s sacrifice heals all humanity
*Entry for Linda-Marie's Easter contest
by Carolyn Devonshire
What I would give to have lived during Your time,
it makes me wonder...would I have believed?
Water into wine, what a moment sublime,
touching your garments, would healing I receive?
Up that sycamore fig, I would also climb
heed Your parables; be at Mt. Olives.
Would I be like Peter, and falter at sea?
Would I fall asleep at Gethsemane?
With each step You took towards Calvary,
after the mocks, scourges and crown of thorns,
under the heat of that sun, where would I be?
I wonder, would I have walked with You, or scorn?
My soul aches, as my heart answers honestly...
I fall on my knees, and ask to be reborn.
Keeping vigil by the Cross, with candles lit,
thankful for Easter—redemption for spirit.
** trying to hit two birds with one (poetic?) stone here, I hope it’s ok :)
** for Linda’s Easter Inspirations contest :) and
nette’s Moment in Another time contest :)
The end of the beginning drew very near
so Jesus went to pray in the garden,
Heavy was His pure heart, bruised by burden,
And olive trees soon misted with His tears.
He knelt beside a patch of lavender,
Roses dropped petals asking for pardon,
Sand only softened, refused to harden,
While poppies bent their heads closer to hear.
Evening deepened as Son talked to Father,
Geraniums paled, His pain they could see,
Daises bowed low to man’s sinless brother,
Gethsemane kneeled to the Rabboni.
Seeded by grace, grew a blessed flower,
~A blossom of hope, the Easter lily~
“My soul is overwhelmed with sorrow to the point of death, "he said to
them. “Stay here and keep watch.” Going a little farther, he fell to the
ground and prayed that if possible the hour migh pass from him.
“Abba, Father,” he said, “Everything is possible for you. Take this cup
from me. Yet not what I will, but what you will.”
By Cyndi MacMillan for Linda Marie's Easter Inspirations Contest
ABOUT THIS POEM
I researched the garden of Gethsemane, and all the flowers save for the Easter Lily could very well have grown there on the night before the crucifixion. The Easter Lily is NOT mentioned in scripture (though lilies are mentioned often throughout the bible). This poem is written with the intent to honor our Lamb, and not as an accurate representation of Christ’s anguished hours.
This is mixed sonnet. It has an Italian octave and a Sicilian sestet.
One summer eve in Galilee
I stood before my open door;
To me it seemed just one more night--
Like all the others gone before.
Someone would come and, passing by,
Would hear the tinkling of the bells,
Would see the garish harlot's robe
And painted eyes beneath my veil.
Someone, a man like all the rest--
It did not matter much to me--
A nobleman, Samaritan,
A Roman or a Pharisee,
Someone would pause and with one glance
Strip me again of maiden pride,
And leaving, later, never know
The shame and shattered dreams I hide.
O, he would think me very gay;
He would not see my hollow heart
Nor hear me curse him for his pay.
T was then I saw a band of men
Approaching down the narrow road;
There should be one among that crowd
Who wants the favors I bestow.
Kind eyes met mine, and with one look,
He saw what others could not see;
He saw the hunger of my soul,
My loneliness and misery.
I only know that since that day
I live to walk along with Him.
His look of love has changed my life;
I need not sell my love again.
Tonight He sups at Simon's house__
All day the dusty paths we roamed;
But, still he waits, unwashed, unkissed;
Small courtesies no one has shown.
My love for Him! It rolls and swells
Till from His side I cannot stay;
I'll wash His feet with tears of love
And with my hair wipe them away.
Salutations my Brethren, in the name of Jesus Christ, our Saviour!
Though weary from your travels you may be
through Gods' love there is hope for you and me
to save the world He gave His only Son
and through the Cross death lost and life has won!
So to all of you who for salvation pray
take Christ into your hearts this very day
for God so loves us all that He did give
the precious blood of Christ so we could live!
If truly in your hearts you do believe
this gift of lasting life you will recieve!
Go in peace, dear Brethren, and may the Grace of God
follow you all of your days! In Christs' precious name, Amen.
Inspired by Brian Strands An Easter Epistle contest
Americans love the day of Easter for all its pageantry
the Sunday outfits, the fancy hats and the chocolate candy
but Christians love Easter for what it truly represents
it's the Resurrection day of Jesus the Christ our salvation present
it's a time to reap the benefits for the victory we won
when high on a cross at Mt. Calvary a sacrifice was done
yet many forget the significance of the Sunday of the Palms
when on an untamed colt Jesus the Christ rode in on
humbly riding on the back of a service domestic beast
He came to serve, support and sacrifice for the least
God had need of that donkey at that appointed hour
like He has need of each of us to be the manifestation of His power
God will use anything when it comes to achieving His goals
be it a person, place or thing it's He who is in control
to serve God's purpose that is our true mission in life
to do whatever He requires of us in the name of Jesus the Christ
but more often than not we're tied up with earthly things
but God will find the means to cut away those binding strings
God will send something or someone to help you break free
just have the spirit of discernment that it's not coming from the Adversary
now those who witnessed Jesus' triumphant display
laid clothing and leaves of palm on the ground to pave His way
crying Hosanna to the highest blessed is He
the Son of Man who came to give us life abundantly
stripping off their mantles and cloaks of society
laying bare their faith for all the world to see
trusting and receiving
in the Messiah they're believing
crying Hosanna, Hosanna blessed is He
the Prince of Peace who came to serve and save you and me
The Easter Prayer of Thanks
"2 There was a violent earthquake, for an angel of the Lord came down from heaven and, going to the tomb, rolled back the stone and sat on it. 3 His appearance was like lightning, and his clothes were white as snow." Matt 28:2-3 NIV
God, thank you for the gift of Easter;
The sacrifice of your Son so treasured.
To save our souls through your grace and mercy,
That by heaven alone can be measured.
Thank you for giving us hope;
The hope of life after the grave.
Winter dies and Spring comes to life—
The resurrection of the saved!
Your hand rules the universe
With great glory and power.
We give thanks for your love for us,
And for every beautiful opening flower.
We thank you for the birds
That sing your praises every morn,
And for the lofty mountains
That with Winter's snow you adorn.
Thank you for friends and family
And the blessings that they bring,
At this very special time—
Christ's resurrection and the grandeur of Spring!
Thank you for salvation
Made possible by your love.
Thank you that we have the hope of heaven—
Easter's promise from above.
May we all meet our Redeemer,
As you come for us in the air,
Because of Easter's hope of eternity,
and the privilege of prayer!
Copyright © 2012 Maureen LeFanue