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The Easter Bunny is coming the kids shout with joy
He’s bringing us eggs filled with chocolate and toys 
Before we can eat them we must hunt for them first
They’re hidden in bushes, in trees and in dirt

Our baskets are colorful our new shoes how pretty
A new tie for his suit and my dress is quite frilly
The egg hunt is today and right after church
My excitement is mounting and I might actually burst

Mom walks me to class and I kiss her goodbye
I sit in my chair and something catches my eye
There’s a large wooden cross at least ten feet tall
In the front of the room held up by the wall

The cross is empty my teacher started to say
It’s empty because it’s the third final day
What? Oh good grief! My head started to scream
Let’s just hunt eggs before they turn green

She talked about the cross and why Jesus had died
For you and for me and why we’re alive
Ok! Were my thoughts as I stared at my shoes
Oh yeah, by the way, did I tell you they’re new

She said this is the third day and we celebrate Jesus
He was dead and arose and is right here with us
He has holes in His hands, His feet, and His side
But despite all His pain, He’s whole and alive

Wait. I put thorns in His head and holes in His hands
I beat Him so badly He could hardly stand?
He hung on the cross and died in such pain
But He rose the third day so eternal life I would gain?

I thought to myself as I quietly hung my head
I painted my eggs while Jesus lay dead
Today is day three so yesterday was two
Jesus lay sleeping while I bought new shoes

I bought this cute dress all frilly and nice
While He hung on the cross paying my price
The egg hunt seemed small and insignificant now
My eyes filled with tears and on my knees I did bow

My dress doesn’t matter, my hair, nor my shoes
Jesus I’m sorry I forgot about you
I can’t thank you enough for your great sacrifice
I love you for dying and saving my life

You beat death and its grip and from the grave you arose
It’s not all about eggs, new shoes and nice clothes
I now understand all about the third day
You came back for me and you came back to stay
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