Easter Sunday
EASTER SUNDAY
Everlasting memory on resurrection day,
April twenty first will be a red letter day,
So great is the grief and damage,
Tears welled up, happiness faded away,
Entire world was shaken up with agony,
Risen Christ, watched everything.
Saviour’s Blessings will be with every soul,
Upon every tortured and tormented ,
Never feel, God has turned his Face against you,
Days belong to him, he knows the right day to repay,
And therefore, await his final judgement,
Your sorrows will be rectified.
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