Good morning to everyone. Grace and Peace be with you.

Today is Easter. Today we go to His house and give thanks upon thanks for what He did for us. I was going to see if my poetry brain would wake up and write something for today, however, that part of my brain said, why don’t you use the one you already wrote. So last night, I flipped through my binders of stuff loads of poetry I wrote a long time ago, to include titled Easter.

Enjoy.

Easter
(2010)

Let us take a little trip in time
When all hope seemed to be lost
A day when the revelation was made
That our Savior paid the ultimate cost

One minute we are praising Him
Shouting his name in powerful glee
Then within the smallest of times
We are shouting “CRUCIFY HIM” … HE IS NOT OUR KING

As we watched him die on the cross
The guards tormented and gambled with no shame
An aching mother’s heart for her son
Is finding it hard not to cast blame

The attitude turned somber
Confusion instead of celebration
As the soldier pierced his slumping side
A death test deliberation

The shock she must have felt
When she reached the empty tomb
Not only had she lost her lord to death
But now she is looking at an empty room

What else could be done to her
Her heart could bear no more
Dumfounded, confused, and perplexed
As she gazed upon the open door

As Mary sat in the garden
Tears of sorrow fell to the ground
Sobbing for the loss twice over
Her heart aching with each and every pound

Then a voice inquired
To her powerfully sobbing sorrows
She tried to explain her circumstance
That she did not like her tomorrows

But when the lighting changed
What a feeling she must have felt
When she realized the voice was Jesus
Standing before where she knelt

Her Lord was alive!
But how could that be?
She saw for herself
As He died up on that tree

The reasons did not matter
The hows and the whys fade past
All she cared for at the present
Was her Lord was back and at last

Joyfully obedient to spread the good word
Of his wonderful and glorious return
Busting through the doors to the disciples
Exasperating to tell what she had learned

What does this tell you
Way down deep in your soul
About when you feel you’ve lost your Lord
Only later to be found in His fold

The multitudes had witnessed
This most horrific death
As he shouted out, “IT IS FINISHED”
With His last and final breath

But now the selected chosen
The ones He wanted to see
Have seen that the chains of death
Could not keep Him from being free

Will you come and walk with me
Be a part of the chosen few
To hear and spread the word of Christ
To create a world anew.

Karalee Ratliff
3/30/2010

Be blessed.

**Then Jesus said, “All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me. – Matthew 28:18