Easter Quenstionkus

Written by: Eileen Manassian

A man on a cross
Battered and bruised by love’s weight
Are the nails needed?

He claimed to forgive
Red blood could wash white like snow
Do you believe him?

His heart was broken
The crushing weight of your shame
Can’t you just love him?

He rose from the dead
Promised to come back some day
Will you wait for Him?

To a world made new
He’ll welcome with open arms
Will we meet up there?

Eileen Manassian Ghali