King of Kings
King Of Kings
Baskets filled with candy and plastic grass of pink and green.
Children searching happily for Easter eggs unseen.
Giving credit to a bunny for this temporary pleasure.
Helping to create memories for each of us to treasure.
Yet this Easter story heard from our early youth.
Is just a little tale we tell far from the painful truth.
The Easter celebration from a time of pain and strife.
Began when God above Sacrificed His Own Sons life.
Stripped, mocked and beaten then nailed upon a cross.
Knowing as it happened our gain would be His loss.
By His stripes we are healed He saved us from our sin.
He fulfilled the prophesy In three days I'll rise again!
His disciples ran to see Him in a tomb that's made of stone.
Once there told by angels our hearts are now His throne.
So as you're celebrating Easter with baskets full of (things).
Take a moment to remember
Jesus! King of Kings.
Edwin C Hofert
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