Easter Poem

Easter time is here again;
It speaks of gladness, sun and rain.
I think of golden daffodils,
And little lambs upon the hills.
With joy our spirits celebrate.

We thank you Lord for your great gift
That Jesus came to heal the rift
Between sinful man and a holy God,
And you no longer wield the rod.
With joy our spirits celebrate.

Easter Sunday, here at last.
We no longer need to fast.
We know forgiveness, here to stay.
We’re thankful for this special day.
With joy our spirits celebrate.

Gill Kipps February 2007