Jesus Resurrection.

The Easter Story

          From the garden of Gethsemane
          Where Jesus knelt to pray
          To the betrayal done by Judas
          On that grim and fatal day.

          From the mighty hands of Pilate
          Who preferred to let Him be
          To the noble priests and leaders
          Who refused to set Him free.

          From the crown of thorns upon His head
          And lash marks from a strap
          To the weight of such a heavy cross
          Strapped there upon His back.

          From the thief who hung beside Him
          Crying, "Lord, remember me"
          To the gentle words of Jesus
          "Today, you'll be with me."

          From the darkness of the noon time
          As He died upon the cross
          To the earth that shook and trembled
          In response to such a loss.

          From the cheering cries of soldiers
          As they took His body down
          To the caring hands of Joseph
          A follower new in town.

          From the tomb where He was laid to rest
          In linen cloth of white
          To the guards who had to stand close by
          Throughout both day and night.

          From the stone that blocked the entrance
          As it gently rolled away
          To the miracle that happened
          On that third and final day.

          From the baffled look of soldiers
          As they peered into the room
          To the startled face of Mary
          When she found an empty tomb.

          From the frightened look of Mary
          As she swiftly left that place
          To the light that flowed from Jesus
          When she saw Him face to face.

          From the doubt of His disciples
          When she spoke of resurrection
          To the fear upon their faces
          As He walked in their direction.

          From the written word of scripture
          That was told in prophecy
          To the eleven who had gathered
          On a hill in Galilee.

          From the words that had been spoken
          Before He went away
          To His ascension into heaven
          Where He lives this very day.

          From the Bible on the mantel
          Tis the words you need to heed
          To find wisdom in its pages
          And a light to sow a seed.

          From the death and resurrection
          Of the One we hold so dear
          To the coming of His Spirit
          Now that Easter time is here.

          From the colored eggs and candy
          And an orchid trimmed in blue
          To the truth found there in scripture
          Christ Jesus died for you.

~ Marilyn Ferguson ~
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[ Author: Marilyn Ferguson Copyright © 2001 -- {used with permission} ]

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