My heart is lifted with this new daybreak

And, like this day, my soul will too awake.

    The veil of dawn reveals the golden sun

    And the resurrection of God’s only son.


He, who cured the blind, the sick and lame -

Nailed to a cross and left to die in shame –

    Rose from the tomb upon this Easter morn

    And came to comfort all of us who mourn.


May we, like Him, from sin and hatred turn

And seek the peace and love we dearly yearn.

    Thus, seeking all things good, we well could find

    Great things which God provides for all mankind.



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Easter Poems


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By Josie Whitehead