Anna Kittrell Poet Rhyme

Sunday Best

What if our Easter Sunday was Holy Spirit led?
What if in place of colored eggs, lost souls were sought instead?

Instead of hurried egg hunts, we’d hurry to Christ’s grave
Rejoice to find it empty, and shout within the cave

What if crimson spotted robes replaced our light pastels?
And thorns were thought more beautiful than eggs with painted shells?

We’d tie our aprons at our waists and wash each other’s feet
A sponge of vinegar we’d taste, instead of chocolate treats

What if the fluffy bunnies moved over for the Lamb?
And recognized the Prince of Peace, the King, the great I Am?

Instead of Easter baskets, our hearts would overflow
With kindness and concern for those we do and do not know

A prize egg fat with silver coins would lose its mass appeal
For Jesus is the Risen Christ, and all before Him kneel

Father, Teacher, Son of Man, Redeemer, Risen Lord
Master, Savior, Son of God, Christ will not be ignored!

So as we dye our hard boiled eggs, and tie our pretty bows
Let us remember Jesus Christ, from whom all blessings flow

Ours is life washed free from sin, for Jesus paid the price
He died to rise on Easter morn, our living sacrifice

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James Fraser May 15, 2009 at 11:12 AM Anna a quite magnificent write, and the angle you were coming from was well scripted, i thoroughly enjoyed reading this, James

Raul Moreno April 12, 2009 at 8:15 PM Amazing poem Anna, I like the message you painted in verse thanks for sharing...Raul

Abe Lopez April 12, 2009 at 8:10 PM The truth spoken so beautifully this is an excellent write my dear!

Diane Christian April 11, 2009 at 11:27 AM aww what agreat poem, we should focous on Jesus every day i do, when we used to dye eggs it was to remember that jesus died for us and the eggs a sign of brand new life, a new begining i never forget what he did for me I live for him alone, thanks for sending a message for those who may not know Jesus or gods' Love, God bless from diane

Leon Wilson April 11, 2009 at 8:00 AM A lot of thought has gone into your poem Anna. Sometimes we forget and get carried away with all the trimmings, its the same at Christmas. It is a joyful time we have to be grateful for what Jesus has done. God Bless. Leon

Not Anymore April 11, 2009 at 7:47 AM Yes, it's important to remember the real reason of the holiday. But God works through the Pagan/Commercial traditions as well. A child expresses more joy at the sight of the morning Easter basket than they would at an empty tomb or a drawn-out sermon. (That's just how they think.) It reminds the grownups how excited they should be for ultimate miracle. It's not a morning of reserve and seriousness. It's for a young heart and child-like happiness.