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What Easter Means To Me

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By His wounds I am healed
He died on the cross for me
My sin never to be revealed
Was nailed to the tree

He died on the cross for me
So that I may have new life
Was nailed to the tree
Heart pierced to end my strife

So that I may have new life
My sin never to be revealed
Heart pierced to end my strife
By His wounds I am healed

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Entered in Gwendolen Rix's
"What Easter Means To Me" Contest

Premium Member Easter Basket

E arly Easter morning, Amy Sue
A woke to find a basket by her door.
S he looked at it, then knew just what to do -
T o empty out its contents on the floor:
E ggs hard boiled, dyed, and sweet ones too,
R abbits made of chocolate, even more. . . 

B ut none of these an impact on her made.
A my rose to get her soft white shawl.
S he sought the dearest gift with which she’d played,
K issed the forehead of this baby doll,
E nfolded it and in the basket laid
T he babe she named for Him who gave His all.


For Brian Strand's contest: An Easter Picture

When I Go Dreaming

Oh when I go dreaming 
Off to the River of Gods 
To Easter Island 
To the Palace of Minos 
To the Temple of Poseidon 
To the Acropolis 

Youth and Demon Death 
To the Gate of the Lion 
To the Gate of the Fish 
Off to the horizon 
Off to Mount Everest 

To the Sea of Tranquility 
To the soft sands 
To my lover’s arms 
With you I will go 
Until all is gone


Father and Son

As I stand atop purple mountain majesties,
And watch the sun set across thy mighty seas.
I feel your gentle breeze upon my face,
And realize your magnitude as I pursue this awesome race.

You created all wonders and beauties that we behold,
Your words are infinite and timeless never changing, never growing old.
Your love abounds in times when there is none,
The sacrifice You gave to us, Your only Son.

To teach Your way, He came and left too quick,
With His hand of love, He touched and healed the sick.
Then betrayal by a friend would lead to the worlds saddest day,
As they beat and abused You to that hill so far away.

A crown of thorns they placed upon Your precious head,
A sign nailed to the cross “King of Jews” was what it read.
Then the ringing hammer nailed to the cross, Your hands and then Your feet,
And they raised the cross and people watched as Your blood dropped to the ground so pure 
and sweet.

You took on our sins that very day, 
 Like a sacrificial lamb, this was the only way.
This was God’s way of showing to us a thing called love,
And a chance for us to reunite with our Heavenly Father in His kingdom up above.

So let this Easter hold a special meaning,
Think of Jesus and how the spilling of His blood to this day is still so cleansing.
And let His resurrection be a guide for our own rebirth,
To live virtuously in His name as we traverse this earth.

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