TO RISE ON EASTER DAY

TO RISE ON EASTER DAY

There once was a traveler who was driven out of town;
On his shoulders was a burden that pushed him to the ground.
On his head was a crown made of thorns from a bush,
And the street was so crowded the guards had to push.

They stopped at some sandstone at the top of a hill;
There was a round hole the cross would soon fill.
They made him lie down upon that wood cross;
There they nailed him to prove who was boss.

The beam was up-ended by the muscles of men,
As it plunged down the hole it was carved to fit in.
Then Jesus looked up at the lightning that flew,
And cried, "God, My Father, they know not what they do."

They crucified our Lord as his blood flowed to earth
If inside you believe, you feel what love is worth.
They wrapped him in loincloth when he was taken down,
Then carefully removed his scarlet stained crown.

They placed him in a cave with a large, round, stone door;
Before sealing forever, they lay lilies on the floor.
Though it wasn't very long, and the stone was rolled away;
For Jesus resurrected, to rise on Easter Day!

By Tom Zart
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