Faith of Easter

the day greets pretty butterfly God’s blue is gorgeous in the sky It’s Easter Sunday, I am sure. Church bells will certainly occur. Angels smiling from way up high. I can hear a goddess sigh. Amidst a whispery murmur, Spiritual day I must concur…. Today clearly has God’s sweet eye. The kind of day Jesus did die. Our savior who is ever pure. It’s sad what he had to endure. Loving today without a try, Bird speak sounds like a lullaby The rejoicing can now occur, For Mary’s son, oh Faithful her.