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Easter Day
Poems
A GOSPEL TREASURY
Poems Based on Lectionary Gospels
It’s Easter Day, a day of joy,
a time to celebrate,
a time to count our blessings
as in church we congregate.
But, Lord, amid the joys I feel,
I have some questions too.
Some things I just don’t understand.
So I must ask of you:
Lord, how can life begin with death
and love from hate be born?
How can a gift be made of this:
a corpse, by nails torn?
How can we call a Friday Good
that sees such torture wrought?
How can the future of our race
by mortal pain be bought?
a time to celebrate,
a time to count our blessings
as in church we congregate.
But, Lord, amid the joys I feel,
I have some questions too.
Some things I just don’t understand.
So I must ask of you:
Lord, how can life begin with death
and love from hate be born?
How can a gift be made of this:
a corpse, by nails torn?
How can we call a Friday Good
that sees such torture wrought?
How can the future of our race
by mortal pain be bought?

