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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
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
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
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