Bunnies and eggs decorate the lawn,
Children hunt and search until they find;
A big meal is planned with family and friends,
It's a day to be generous, a day to be kind.

Easter Sunday is such a special day,
But I'm afraid the real meaning is lost;
We celebrate the rising of Jesus Christ,
Who, for our sins, paid an immeasurable cost.

His friend betrayed Him for 30 pieces of silver,
He prayed so intently, His sweat was like blood;
His disciples deserted Him when the going was tough,
He was beaten, bruised, whipped and clubbed.

After all this, He carried His cross,
Up to Golgotha up on the hill;
There He was nailed to the cross to die,
They threw lots for His clothes as His blood spilled.

But the physical pain could be erased,
He could have called angels to the rescue;
But He remained on the cross that day,
Because He loves me and He loves you.

On that cross He endured being ugly,
For He became the sin of all the world;
He knew His Father turned away,
For the world's sin at Him was hurled.

The man whose life was perfect,
Took on all of our sins - future and past;
He paid the ultimate, ugly cost,
So we can approach the Father at last.

Easter Sunday is the third day after,
It's the day He rose from the grave;
We shout, "Alleluia! Alleluia!"
We say thank You for all He gave.

So, as you hunt for Easter eggs,
And gobble down those chocolate bunnies;
Remember the cost of this day,
It was bought with blood, not money.

Written by: Sandra S. Oidtman - 2015
Photo by B. Zuerlein.