This Easter Morn dawns bright and clear,
With all the folks I hold most dear
Coming to spend.the blessed day.
The sun is with them on their way.
They accompany me to church that day
As is the ardent Christian way.
To listen to the Easter story.
We bow our heads, give him the glory.
The table’s set with all my best
Of china, silver, and the rest.
The food is simmering on the stove,
To be served up, garnished with love.
Some come from far some come from near,
But one by one they all appear.
We fill the dining table twice.
I need a hall, that would be nice.
The colored eggs have been hidden.
Eager children are forbidden
To sneak a peek around the yard.
Not looking though is mighty hard.
At last we say, "Get set, now go,"
To Vivian and Hannah Jo.
Making sure that every last child wins,
Daddy helps Vale and year old twins.
Some eggs are lying on the ground.
Others not easy to be found.
Auntie helps the smallest cousin.
Soon they find the whole five dozen.
With eggs enough for everyone,
There are no tears, but lots of fun.
They show their loot, with shining eyes,
Some eggs are filled with a surprise.
A little tiny cross they find,
To keep their Jesus in each mind,
To teach them all what Easter is.
The thanks and praises are all his.
By: Joyce Johnson
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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