Easter
A child born in a manger stall,
Born to rise and then to fall.
A silent time, a starry night,
A child born to teach the right.
In Nazareth
the child grew,
Raised and taught as a loving Jew,
A child with wisdom, quiet and shy,
With love in his heart and a sparkling eye.
A gentle face and a loving hand,
Humble and pure not proud and grand.
A carpenter’s son, simple and plain,
felt more love, and endured more pain.
He healed the sick and the blind man saw,
Perfect faith without a flaw.
The lame man walked, the Leprous cried,
he healed their sores so they needn’t hide.
The dead man walked next to his side,
He was humble and modest showed little pride.
He taught the poor and loved the child
He was gentle and quiet, tender and mild.
He was crucified that we might live,
Born to die his life to give.
Three days in the tomb, he lay in death,
then he awoke with life’s sweet breath.
Resurrected he taught all men,
that they would rise and live again.
He’s watching us from heaven above,
He’ll always show his perfect love.
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