by Joyce Marie Deverin
At Easter we think about the way Jesus died,
Nailed to the cross, with a crown of thorns, He was crucified.
And He was taken down from the place where He’d wept and bled,
And His friends cried also, for Jesus, their Lord, was dead.
His friends put a shroud over His body and face,
And they carried Him to His resting place.
On the third day Jesus released Himself from His prison,
So that the whole world might one day proclaim “Christ is risen”.
This third day is the day we rejoice and sing,
For it is a most special day in spring.
We have a day known as Easter Sunday
So that we might live with God one day.
The true meaning of Easter is, ~
Jesus died -- so we could live!
Joyce Marie Deverin
This poem is being submitted for publication by Michael A. Deverin, with permission of his daughter, Joyce Marie Deverin. In 1985 Joyce was an 11 year-old school girl in Cheltenham, England. It has been languishing in my records for about 30 years. I hope that you think the poem is as good as I do.
Michael A. Deverin
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