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However you celebrate.... May You have a Happy Easter !
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The subject for this
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By Shelby Forrest |
by Ken Wittig |
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by Anna Mae Wittig |
by Anna Mae Wittig |
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by Shelby Forrest |
by Geri Rothery |
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by Barbara Martin |
by Tony Anthony |
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by Rick Van Weenen |
by James A. Kisner |
After his reappearance
from
Inglorious death
on the cross
His followers rejoiced
in the death of Christ
As their gain and
not their loss
Hope, not pain, resurrection
brought
To disciples no
longer bereft
And His Holy Spirit
to guide them
To believers he
lovingly left.
This light for two
thousand years has been
A guide for all
mankind,
Its message of hope
and love ever there
For those who seek
to find.
The enduring Grace
of God through Christ
Is free for all
to see,
To accept and live
a God-filled life
Through all eternity.
--
Springtime brings
a day that saw, our Lord nailed to the cross,
On the third day
he arose again, so we wouldn't mourn his loss.
Nowadays, the world
knows Easter as a joyful holiday.
A few, oh yes, but
very few, take time to stop and pray.
Kids, just see this
time of year, as spring vacation week.
Our schools have
taken prayer out, God's name they cannot speak.
Easter's turned
into a time of eggs and long-eared creatures.
And a week-long
trip to Florida for sun and double-features.
As they did then,
we'll all look back, on the error of our ways,
And wish we had
remembered what He did for us that day.
It's time to learn
a lesson from events of time long past,
And guarantee the
world recalls a promise that will last.
He Gave His Very Life For Us
Let us give Him Love
and Glory,
For He died to pave
the way,
Yes, His death was
our salvation,
Now He is Risen,
on this day.
So that we might
find eternal life,
He suffered more
you see,
Betrayed and crucified,
He died,
For the sins of
you and me.
He paid OUR price,
now all He asks,
Is that our lives
should be,
A tribute to His
sacrifice,
Care HALF as much
as He.
Care about Him, and
yourself,
And 'bout our fellow
man.
Help out one another,
Lend a hand when
e're you can,
For one day soon,
He will be back,
And on that special
day,
He'll gather those
who've kept the Faith,
And He'll show us
the way...
To Paradise, to Heaven,
(Call it what you
will)
Where happiness
and Love abound,
And our dreams,
He will fulfill.
Let this day be a
day of worship,
Like no other in
the year,
A day of love and
hope and faith,
And prayer that
is sincere.
Between church and
school separation's demanded
No mention is there
of religion.
No symbols of Easter
or Christ can there be
There must be a
clear-cut division.
To students some
schools issue condoms
No standard of morals
set there
Abortion for pregnant
teens is condoned
But they ban any
semblance of prayer
The teaching of family
values in life
The schools seem
unable to do,
But protected are
rights of the criminal
And endorsed by
the A.C.L.U.
Just what is all
right, and what is all wrong?
Can there be no
clear definition?
Is situation ethics
the rule of the day
To unfetter and
free inhibitions?
There are God-given
rights and God-founded truths.
Straight paths which
Man can pursue.
But Man needs assistance
from God to select
And filter the false
from the true.--
"Poetry written
in metric rhyme
Can bear the wear
of eroding time"
I thank Him for the
ones He healed,
As His Holiness
became revealed.
How He encouraged
us to obey,
His Father's commandments,
day by day.
I will sing
of His Perfection,
Resounding hymns
of His resurection!
I will praise Him
for the gift He gave me,
That I may live
with Him eternally.
And dwell with Him
in the Holy Place,
Entered only through
God's precious Grace.
There I will sing
songs of His Perfection,
Resounding hymns
of His resurrection!
She dressed me in
my ‘Sunday best’
And said” behave
yourself”
But I was really
tempted
To sneak one egg
from the shelf.
I knew the stories
of Jesus,
And his suffering
on the cross,
But being only five
years old
I could not equate
them with my loss.
When the vicar said
“now let us pray”
And all eyes were
shut tight,
I pealed back the
wrapping
And took one little
bite.
Sadly the chocolate
had melted,
It ran all
down my face,
And when the service
ended
I stood there in
disgrace.
I think twice now
if I’m tempted
To step out of place,
Lest I end up again
With egg on my face!
Few men of his, or
any day,
It truly so appears,
Have influenced
mankind the way
He has over the
years.
Should pious zeal
be only slight,
One still may yet
indeed
Think of him as
the beacon light
That fulfills human
need.
This day we celebrate
his birth,
Acknowledging his
strife,
And to us all his
lasting worth,
For us he gave hs
life!
To give one's life
for others, did well sustain their trust
To spread true faith
to all who live, from body weak that fell to dust
To suffer, to be
slain by man, to whom he offered all
Beckons all the
thoughts of man, to one of faith who took their fall
Easter brings a time
when we should think of Jesus well
To tell the story
to each child of how and why our saviour fell
Te tell them of his
courage, his strength which faith did give
To read to them
the bibles words by which so many now do live
The time of resurrection
when Jesus did return
When many unbelieving
the strength of faith did learn
As the Lord from
up above again made Jesus live
Was the time when
heavens wealth to all of us did give
He rose from death
and stillness to move the mighty stone
Then to a world
of darkness the light of faith was shown
Revealing to the
watchers the man who many grieved
In that moment all
the world, salvation had received
So say a prayer to
up above, to father and the son
Thank them for all
that they share each day with everyone
Be thankful for each
little gift that marks this special day
Thank Jesus for
the time to come and what will come our way
Easter morning I
awoke still filled with all my doubt.
The others were
confused and scared of how it all turned out.
All our plans and
dreams were gone our future looking bleak.
Everything we had
hoped for with nothing left to seek.
Well I guess that
life goes on you do the best you can.
I had hoped He was
the one but He was just a man.
Today the air seems
fresher as I walked out in the street.
˜Have you heard?"
a stranger said as he began to speak.
"˜That man named
Jesus that they killed last Friday on the cross,
Nobody knows what
happened everybody's at a loss."
˜Someone took His
body, others say he rose again,
Some even say He
lives and He has spoken to his men."
I thought I spoke
to John and Peter early on last night,
They never mentioned
anything, this fellow can't be right.
The town is in a
frenzy some remember what He said,
They think because
the body's gone He came back from the dead.
Many were not there
that day when he was crucified,
But I saw the soldier
thrust the sword into His side.
I had thought He'd
use His power to show He was Lord,
But I knew that
He was dead because I saw the sword.
I had to go and see
the men to see what they have heard,
Rumors spread so
quickly and you can't believe a word.
People love to gossip
and spread stories all around.
I know the men are
hiding they're afraid they may be found.
Later on that evening
when I knew it would be safe,
I went to see the
other men to see them face to face.
As I opened up the
door expecting to see fear,
They were all excited
and they said ˜He was just here."
˜He has given us
the Spirit of the Holy Ghost,
He breathed on us
and told us that our bodies were His host."
˜Are you all insane?"
I said before I turned to leave,
˜Unless I see Him
for myself I never will believe."
˜I was there, I saw
the nails, they hung Him on the cross,
And the sword that
pierced his side, and all the blood he lost"
˜He was dead, I
know He was, when I had to leave,
Unless I see the
wounds on Him, I never will believe"
˜I will come back
a week from now to see if you regain,
Your senses after
you recover from your awful pain."
˜All of us are hurting
from His loss as it would seem,
But we cannot go
on in life while you live in a dream"
Exactly eight days
later I went back to check on them.
Hopefully, they've
overcome their fantasizing whim.
As I stood among
them ˜it is true˜ they did persist.
Jesus came and suddenly
was standing in our midst.
Then He looked at
me and said, ˜it's true I really died."
˜Come and take your
finger and just thrust it in my side."
˜Look upon my hands
and see the marks where I did bleed,
And then you'll
know I live again and then you can believe."
˜Now my Lord and
God, I know and I do realize,
You were dead and
live again I've seen it with my eyes."
˜You believe," He
said ˜because your eyes are sharp and keen,
But blessed are
believers who believe and have not seen."
After this He came
to us and taught a month or so,
He showed us many
wonders and taught all we had to know.
I am here to tell
you that I saw Him die and rise.
It's not a story
that I heard I saw it with my eyes.
Thomas
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