Easter is coming and I’m so sad.
I’ve completely lost the pizazz I had.
Why do I worry so much when I should see
Jesus is the one who suffered, not me.
This is a time to remember what He did,
To learn why and never take it for granted.
His blood poured to the soil to cleanse my soul.
The spear lanced through His side, makes me whole.
Hands and feet nailed to a wooden cross for our gain.
He gave His love by bearing the pain.
This is something we tend to neglect,
A treasure of life many will reject.
Easter is a time to remember and feel
The sacrifice of love is our daily meal.
We should live for Jesus every day,
And never let the price He paid go away.
This Easter won’t you take just one minute
And try to honor the true meaning in it.

4-12-1990 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire