Easter Poems

GOOD FRIDAY


If you want to know the reason why,
That Jesus our Saviour had to die,
There was simply just no other way,
For our sins he had a price to pay.

Spread the news to every nation,
That Jesus is our propitiation.
It took the death of God’s holy One,
To give you the right to be his son.

The day he died it was very black,
Because God, his Father, turned his back.
He could not bear to look on our sin,
When his own Son died our souls to win.

It looked like evil’s powers had won,
When God sacrificed his only Son,
But the cross was really victory,
That Jesus Christ won for you and me.

This Friday let us tell the story,
That in the Cross of Christ we glory.
Though we all deserve the fires of Hell,
We know for sure that our souls are well.


GOOD FRIDAY POEM 2008

How can this be? He never did anything wrong.
Just a few days ago, didn’t they greet him with song?
Now they are laughing at Jesus, my precious son.
They say, “Come down from the cross if you’re God’s Son.”

His follower, Judas, betrayed him with a kiss.
Because of this, Jesus’ gentle words, I will miss.
The rest of his disciples, where have they gone?
The only one I can see is the beloved John.

He fed the multitudes. He even raised the dead.
Just think of some of the wonderful things he said.
Because of him, the demons fled and the lame walked.
There was a time when to hear him, the people flocked.

I remember when the shepherds and wise men came.
I thought that my little son would have worldwide fame.
If only Joseph and I had not been so poor.
But that’s an ailment that is very hard to cure.

When he was just twelve, he amazed those learned men.
We knew he was far more than precocious then.
It was for me, he turned the water into wine.
The manager of the feast said that it was fine.

But now my son who did all these wonderful things,
Who many people thought would be the King of kings,
Has been beaten, laughed at, and treated with scorn.
They even placed on his precious head a crown of thorns.


GOOD FRIDAY POEM 2008

How can this be? He never did anything wrong.
Just a few days ago, didn’t they greet him with song?
Now they are laughing at Jesus, my precious son.
They say, “Come down from the cross if you’re God’s Son.”

His follower, Judas, betrayed him with a kiss.
Because of this, Jesus’ gentle words, I will miss.
The rest of his disciples, where have they gone?
The only one I can see is the beloved John.

He fed the multitudes. He even raised the dead.
Just think of some of the wonderful things he said.
Because of him, the demons fled and the lame walked.
There was a time when to hear him, the people flocked.

I remember when the shepherds and wise men came.
I thought that my little son would have worldwide fame.
If only Joseph and I had not been so poor.
But that’s an ailment that is very hard to cure.

When he was just twelve, he amazed those learned men.
We knew he was far more than precocious then.
It was for me, he turned the water into wine.
The manager of the feast said that it was fine.

But now my son who did all these wonderful things,
Who many people thought would be the King of kings,
Has been beaten, laughed at, and treated with scorn.
They even placed on his precious head a crown of thorns.


EASTER SUNDAY POEM

Pharisee Disciple

We thought that our troubles were at an end. First our great teacher is arrested and tried.
We thought it wise the guard to recommend. Then he is beaten, mocked and crucified.
But now we hear some ridiculous story, But now we hear some ridiculous story,
And we have only begun to worry. And we have only begun to worry
Surely God admires our dedication I refuse to belief the women’s tale.
We remain the leaders of the nation. Who can trust the babbling of a female?
We are the special keepers of his law. Their story is obviously plain nonsense.
We are the ones without a single flaw. They must think that we are awfully dense

We have got to devise some clever plan, Peter and John said the body was gone.
And be finally finished with this man. I hope that this is not just some great con
We know that the guards are easily bribed. I simply must know what has taken place,.
We can change the story they have described. If they were fooled it would be a disgrace..

If people believe Jesus has been raised,
To add to these miracles they have praised,
Then we might just lose our exalted place,
And that would be a terrible disgrace.

His disciples are cowering in fear.
The guards’ true story they must never hear.
I do not think that we could ever cope,
If they were given some reason to hope.


I heard that we should go to Galilee.
And there our Master we will surely see..
I will go to check this strange story out,
Although it is plain I am full of doubt.

Wait, can that be Jesus I see appear?
If he’s alive, then what have I to fear.
After all our wondrous celebrations,
He sends us to disciple the nations.


EASTER POEM 2008

Why do you seek the living among the dead?
Don’t you know he has risen just as he said?
His resurrection’s not just some great story.
He has actually won the victory.

He has conquered sin and death for all mankind.
This is the greatest truth that you’ll ever find.
Now it is time for this whole congregation,
To join together in one great celebration.

Because of Jesus’ death and resurrection,
We are now offered his wondrous salvation.
If we just repent and put our faith in him,
Then He will come and fill our lives to the brim.

Can we keep this truth as some private secret?
Are not many around us living with regret?
Even if they do not listen, we will dare,
This wonderful news is something that we will share


EASTER POEM 2008

Why do you seek the living among the dead?
Don’t you know he has risen just as he said?
His resurrection’s not just some great story.
He has actually won the victory.

He has conquered sin and death for all mankind.
This is the greatest truth that you’ll ever find.
Now it is time for this whole congregation,
To join together in one great celebration.

Because of Jesus’ death and resurrection,
We are now offered his wondrous salvation.
If we just repent and put our faith in him,
Then He will come and fill our lives to the brim.

Can we keep this truth as some private secret?
Are not many around us living with regret?
Even if they do not listen, we will dare,
This wonderful news is something that we will share