This Easter

I listen and see, but mind is asleep This Easter galore, can be such a bore! Same story, same tune, we’re all fed by spoon Now swallow it down: the thorns, blood and crown As yet it’s unheard, the voice of the Word! The music is loud; eggs, bunnies, a crowd New clothes and a song; does something feel wrong? The cross and the grave: He’s risen to save! It’s more than you see; spilt blood on a tree It’s more than His death; that last jagged breath It’s more than a tomb, and mourning and gloom It’s claiming His name; not being the same The meaning, you’ll see, is clear as can be It’s new life in Him! So when hope grows dim When death takes a friend and pain has no end When night comes with fears, day follows with tears Let this truth shine bright! He lives; He’s the light! He conquered, and you...are conqueror too! This Easter I say: “This Christ is the Way! Through Him we can live! Like Him, let us give!” Eileen Manassian Ghali April 17, 2019