Heaven Easter Poems

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Details | Rhyme |
All the things we are on earth- 
And all the things we're not.
All the times we've hurt our Lord,
By word and deed and thought.
 
All the days we've made Him sad,
Through hateful acts of spite.
We need step back a pace or two
And make the bad things right.
 
For heaven's not that far away-
Could be . . just round the bend.
And none of us can ever know
The moment of our end.
 
Be grateful for the blessings
He's bestowed on you this while.
Offer thanks by honoring Him,
In ways that make Him smile.
 
Ask for His forgiveness
For the times you hurt Him so.
Accept the blood He shed for you
Before your time to go.
 
Our days are but a platform,
Where we stage the life to come.
Thus all the joys of heaven
Are not there for everyone.
 
So bid the Lord come to your door
And then invite Him in.
Ask His grace as you confess
To all your earthly sins.
 
He will know what's in your heart
And if you are sincere . .
You'll have your place in Heaven
And dispel death’s dread and fear.

Copyright © Diane Lefebvre | Year Posted 2015




Details | Rhyme |
The Easter Prayer of Thanks "2 There was a violent earthquake, for an angel of the Lord came down from heaven and, going to the tomb, rolled back the stone and sat on it. 3 His appearance was like lightning, and his clothes were white as snow." Matt 28:2-3 NIV God, thank you for the gift of Easter; The sacrifice of your Son so treasured. To save our souls through your grace and mercy, That by heaven alone can be measured. Thank you for giving us hope; The hope of life after the grave. Winter dies and Spring comes to life— The resurrection of the saved! Your hand rules the universe With great glory and power. We give thanks for your love for us, And for every beautiful opening flower. We thank you for the birds That sing your praises every morn, And for the lofty mountains That with Winter's snow you adorn. Thank you for friends and family And the blessings that they bring, At this very special time— Christ's resurrection and the grandeur of Spring! Thank you for salvation Made possible by your love. Thank you that we have the hope of heaven— Easter's promise from above. May we all meet our Redeemer, As you come for us in the air, Because of Easter's hope of eternity, and the privilege of prayer! Amen Copyright © 2012 Maureen LeFanue www.maureenlefanue.com

Copyright © MAUREEN LEFANUE | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |
Beloved, lovely roses: gift of God and lover’s flower,
Spread your colored petals and cradle tender showers.
While admiring the blossoms with their beauty to behold,
Ought we not to know the Tender of such lovely garden groves?

For He lovingly and thoughtfully wields His pruning shears
To cut away the stems of old for fuller future years.
He cultivates and feeds them. He attends them as a Father
Looking daily to their needs; so faithfully He waters.

From the dawn of morning dew until the setting sun arrays
Caring always for His own until that great appointed day…
When the Gardener comes to claim each one the earth held as its own.
He gently picks it at its peak and for His pleasure takes it home.

As God did one glorious morning, when the Perfect Rose had bloomed.
He rolled away the stone and met with Mary at the tomb.
There the sweetest Rose of Sharon rose that we die not alone.
But be gathered for a garden grove, surrounding heavens throne.

Copyright © Tom Valles | Year Posted 2013




Details | Ballade |
                 
                 Wave a sea softened
                  and a pain and a tenderness
                   throw dreams in fascination
                   of the blue.
                   And let shave the waves of
                   Your eternity , oh, weigh
                    above me,
                    oh,weigh a  coast of years.
                    Carry far in azure, spiral
                    ships,
                    with bulging little abdomens,
                    flutter with mahagony pinions
                    and already in vain  expect you
                    to stop the scales harbours 
                    with hot flames for You are
                    open.
                    Far away, far away ,far away,
                    stretched string,
                    heart and frank await the 
                    hymn of June.
                    All sea sisters are dressed in
                    mother-of-pearl garment
                    embroidered of kiss of 
                    eternity. 
                    In the morning hunts them
                    fishermen and revive with
                    breath of their man’s hands.
                    In the evening girls wash 
                    their black tunics,
                    in their blue hearts,
                    their feet white ,who cadge
                    heavy chains.
                    The night is squeezed enigma
                    and ugly,
                    predatory like a bat pecking
                    of scarlet fig.
                    Sea sisters, sea sisters,
                    remember His steps 
                    which go through you noiselessly,
                  and ou swing like
                  bloody wine-
                 hold in His fingers Herod,
                 Pilate washes his hands,
                in Yours heirs
               and they bristled like winter
               icicles bristles of innoncent blood .
               There at Golgotha 
                hearing terrible cry,
                blood gushes like
               wounded river disappear
               like Easter roses,
              in weeds of flushed 
     preditory crowd,
     to open way of
     saving.
     Who is He?
     Do you heard 
     His name ?
     He is Messiah,
     God’s anoited
      Jesus Christ.
      Like little sheeps,
      clouds of candy floss,
      they welcome festivaly.
       Barefooted are feet 
      of lovely swarthy steps
     of the sun, came to bow,
      before You , Creator.
      The sea throws his 
       magnificent silver flesh,
      blue like heavently lace,
       to swallow all stars 
       only Bethlehem’s
      stays inextinguishable,
       pretty like uncreated
      like an apple of not 
      born girl.      

Copyright © Nina Mindova | Year Posted 2012

Details | Ode |
His message to Mankind was divine love, much louder than 
the desert wind hissing through the tall palm trees;
they heard Him, but sadly contempt built up when
they defiled the Temple by selling and trading instead of praying on their knees...
so Jesus got the whip and the lame and the blind cried out the word, " Hosanna! " 


Hosanna! Hosanna! 
Hosanna! Hosanna!


Christ was the faithful servant who was scourged, derided and crucified,
now, is the friend of all who believe in Him, not in a sinful world....
the Redeemer who carried the heavy cross to Calvary and died;
His resurrection was a victory over death making Him the eternal Lord!
Who besides Him is more worthy of God His Father, are we?
Anytime Jesus prayed, He finished that prayer with this holy word, " Hosanna! "


Hosanna! Hosanna! 
Hosanna! Hosanna!


Nothing has changed...it was an unjust and mean world, and so it will be;
they lived for lust, power and money getting greedier than Judas who chose death;
find that good soul that resembles Jesus...is it that poor man who seeks mercy?
We can gather much gold, make him a crown and place it on his bruised head!
And while he sits there waiting for compassion, his feeble voice proclaims," Hosanna! " 


Hosanna! Hosanna! 
Hosanna! Hosanna! 


All nations strive for supremacy, making useless and massive weapons so destructive,
they have no love for their neighbors...they hate peace and every beautiful place;
we have made it to this century...will others see a tomorrow not dark and delusive?
Pray like Jesus did and put your fate in the hands of the Almighty who's grace! 
No joy or possession is greater than faith...get up, look up and shout, " Hosanna! " 


Hosanna! Hosanna!
Hosanna! Hosanna!









Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
I Held Mary’s Hand 

I held Mary’s hand as John covered his face,
So still,
At Peace,
Faded are the slapping sounds of the whip against his flesh,
Gone now are the shrieks as his crown was pegged into her child’s head,

I felt her hand, as it twists into mine, 
Warm,
Dry, strong to the touch.
As the arms release, her grip is firm, ridged,
As if hers are the spiked arms being released, free from pain

Her tears roll, 
Silent, still,
As her son is now

Shrouded body moves like a holy ghost,
The linen and cotton, dotted with the sin of man,
Mary awareness, that they not know what has been done, 
The future,
Presented in their presence and decided with each lash mark,
Each step of the walk with 300 pounds of wood nailed to fashion the Christ cross,
Foretold this day to her,
All the years before

I held Mary’s hand as we walk to the tomb of our King of King’s.
I see her resolute,
No fear of our future,
Brilliant in the light of God,
Mourning the natural, 
The body,
Her Son, her boy, her baby
Now Devine providence for us all,
In his sacrifice,
Her sacrifice, as told to her all the years before, 

I held Mary’s hand,
As the Stone closed,
Sealing in the body, 
Releasing the spirit of the Christ-Child,
Tears dry by the kicking sands and dust of which all men will return.
Stoic we look upon the dotted trail,
Our long winding road back thru perdition

I held Mary’s hand as she leads me,
Pulls us to our destination,
Alone,
Resolute our steps gain purpose.

Divinity and destiny intertwine to our hope’s yield,
Everlasting Salvation. 

Step by Step,
The confidence and purpose,
Re-delivered as if the Spirit, 
Advising of the greatest of gifts,
By God,
Would be delivered from Mary,
As the vessel,
To one day go back to the Alter of God,

Each step rekindles the awareness,
Realness,
The divine need for all this to happen,
For the upcoming Majesty,
Behold the power of Gods mighty hand,   
As told to her all the years before, 
In the light of the spirit, 
Of the holy divinity to come

I held Mary’s hand 
As we eat unleavened bread, sipping from the cup,
Waiting and listening, the shock of her son’s disciples,
Explaining the sight their eyes will not believe, 
When the arm extended,
 Hands open and out,

I held Mary’s hand as we move past time, space and place. 
I show her the words of her son, spreading across the lands,
I show Mary the hymnals, 
We hear the choirs of angles singing, 
Wrapped in their robes,
The praised sounds that are holy ode’s of joy

I held Mary’s Hand,
As we enter….
Together seated next to God.

Copyright © Mike Liquori | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |
he was around
up and down town
his sprit was all over 
it was a shining clover
on this day easter way
i must say
his sprit was stack
JESUS CAME  BACK

Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
The Name Above Every Name “ 9Therefore God exalted him to the highest place and gave him the name that is above every name,10 that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, 11and every tongue acknowledge that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.” Phil 2:9-11 NIV Christ took the nature of a servant And was created in human likeness. He humbled himself before all; His obedience provided our righteousness. God exalted His humble Son And gave Him The Name Above Every Name. At this name every knee will bow, In heaven and on earth His praise proclaim. Every tongue will confess That Jesus Christ is Lord of all. He glorified the Father above And harkened death’s necessary call. He made us children of God; Changed from slaves to heirs instead. The Name Above Every Name— The lamb of sacrifice to wed. The Name Above Every Name Is upon the lips of His faithful servants, Not through force but love alone; The Holy Spirit's implants. We should be so grateful, That Christ died for us to be saved; That He rose again from death’s pit; Eternity on our hearts engraved. The Name Above Every Name Is to be glorified for all time. Let’s worship Christ and give him thanks, For His love so heavenly divine. Let us shine like stars in the evening sky, So that all who look up will see, The Name Above Every Name, To be worshiped for eternity! Copyright © 2011-2012 Maureen LeFanue Featured in my Easter Poems Book published 2012 www.maureenlefanue.com

Copyright © MAUREEN LEFANUE | Year Posted 2012

Details | Prose Poetry |
EASTER

King of Kings,
And Lord of Lords.
And He shall reign,
Forever and ever.

Are these not the words of Christmas?
Did Jesus lose Sovereignty after His birth?
Do we just forget this through the year,
Does the Son of God lose His worth?

The Christian Faith lives in a Person,
Not just an accepted creed.
He was born, lived, died and arose from the dead,
This is the Christianity we need.

Christ is the personal, Living Center,
Of all things we believe.
He remains the Church's Sovereign,
His resurrection saved you and me.

We know the enjoyments of this life,
The pleasures that come our way.
But the Christian belief within us,
Helps us make it through the day.

Christianity is more than a history,
Of ancient writings told.
It is the very source of truth,
That comforts when we are old.

We are different Christians than our parents,
Who lived a life so true.
They gave the love and knowledge,
That would guide and comfort you.

We are challenged to pass this message,
A belief in God and His son.
So that our children may know and learn,
He truly is the one.

This Easter is a reminder,
Of the Christmas message brought to all.
It took His Death and Resurrection,
To save us from the Fall.

RAYMOND V. MORGAN

Copyright © Raymond Morgan | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |
      SECOND COMING
Yours in the blood that set us free
we come in honor as it be
to bind in love straight from the lovers heart
the one called Christ the thief has torn apart,
and hoped that nevermore they'd see.

At mid of night when sings the song
about the right and of the wrong
we enter into dreams, and through your breast,
straight to your heart where life meets ev'ry test
and keeps you living faint and strong

and begs out for His loving hand
just as all time has ever planned
to Save each soul in Jesus for the day
His swift return will sweep us all away
where ev'ryone will understand.
    © ron wilson

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2013

Details | Pastoral |
I wear the crown of hatred
misunderstanding and despair upon my hair
upon my back a wooden cross I bare
I know not why I’m hated so
all the people seemed to love me just a week ago

my skin is cut from head to toe
from whips of leather by men who wish to see me die
I spoke the truth for all the people to understand
my words of truth where words to set man free
from degradation hate and hell to live in harmony
for the rest of history

I cured the sick and healed the blind
with the touch of my own hand
I’ve walked on water and walked on sand
to preach and bring my truth through out the land 

people came from all around 
and would sit for hours upon the ground
I once had twelve good men who followed me around
now there’s only eleven one man let me down

my words have been mistaken
my God he has forsaken 
for that my life they’re taken
I believe that I have failed 
as my hands and feet are nailed upon this wooden cross
as they raise me in the air
all their sins I know I must bare

I want to scream not fair not fair
I’m just a young man I only wanted to teach
there are so many more people that I wanted to reach
my age is only thirty three
I pray my God
that they the people will remember me

written by Dennis H. Davis 
This poem was written from the human aspect of Jesus Christ. I wrote this poem with no effort what so ever it was as though it was being told to me. I watched my hand move across the page with a purpose a message I believe Jesus wanted this poem written.

Copyright © Dennis Davis | Year Posted 2010

Details | Couplet |
Copyright © 2013
1/22/2013

A New Dawn in His Glory
  foretold in a biblical story

Coming for those preparing
  skyward we will be starring

Like descending parachutes
  sounds of trumpets and flutes

Captivating our hearts
  giving us a new start

A New Dawn is coming 
  listen, nature is humming

Idelology clashing blows
  a tale between 2 foes

Revelations foretold a day
  when more begin to pray

World events getting crazier
  humanity's future  hazier

Waiting on ONE to stop this mess
  or, were we just another lab test?


by LP

Copyright © Les Pruitt | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |



Another year has gone by
There's not a day that I don't cry,

I miss you daddy and sister Cheryl everyday
I have learned to accept that the pain never really goes away,

Tomorrow is Easter and you both are in heaven
What better place to be in it is a haven,

Being with God I should let you both go
I just miss you both so much my grieving is slow,

As time has gone by I should accept the way it is
If my heart would just let realize you both are his,

He called you both for a reason
Just like Mother Nature has her seasons,

In my mind I know why
But, then my heart steps in and I start to cry.


Written By: Unique Poetry.....3-27-16....Poem about my DAD and Sister..Cheryl...

Copyright © Michelle Born | Year Posted 2016

Details | Verse |
Listen, I speak of the odyssey of Sinai,                                                                                                                                     I speak of the mystery of the mountain undefined.                                                                                                              Our Golgotha of salvation. I speak of the cross.                                                                                                     what a privilege  it is for the carver, he built the cross befitting his sins.                  
Listen-Again ,                                                                                                                                                                         I speak of the odyssey of Sinai,                                                                                                                                                                       the mystery in the controversy of his persecution.                                                                                                                          He made no refute, he sought no refuge, he did not deny yet he was denied.                                                                  The kiss and the cock at 3.                                                                                                                                                    They thrust the lance, the water from his side brought healing ,                                                                                                       it is in giving that we are forgiven, the mystery of Sinai revealed.                                                                                       
Again I say Listen,                                                                                                                                                                            his cloths  were thorn and cast for lot,                                                                                                                        the cloths  in the high place tore to door mot.                                                                                                                                 you see, he’s the gateway of truth and pathway of salvation.                                                                                    Sinai’s odyssey. The earth stood still.Death obeys.

Copyright © Bridget Emmanuel | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
Christmas sugar pop landing
Submarines yellow, parachute up
Count each seed before planting
Together bright suns daisies rise
Seeds remember merry joy rides

Going faster depends on where you are
Tidal waves tsunami good-bye
Firecrackers on golden sands 
Sparkly bright lights burst a happy blast

Heaven fills with bubbled up liquid 
Orange capacity is a concept pretty
Easter is north of the Shirley Temples
Toys fly by ships lollipop
Go south from there on polka dots

It never rains in California... for sure
Good umbrellas cost a pretty penny 
Coast to coast by roller coaster 
Standards remain in the pink

Spend more time than money
Hang ten on the surf board butter
Water slides by in a blink
On cotton candy carnival

Give us a kiss honey bun mix
One hell of a ride my love
Christmas sugar pop landing
Is the last stop on the line

  


Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2017