Crucified on that hillside in Calvary, our Lord Jesus, then,
Arising three days later is when His ascension did begin.
Perishing on that old rugged cross, forgiving of every sin,
Humankind, all walked as blind until our Lord's life to end.
Easter, a Holy time, not meant as reflective of eggs to hunt,
No Easter bunny to carry his basket, no hippy-hopping stunt.
As pagan as those wish it to be, focuses on all children's fun,
This precious day, Easter, mocked before the day has begun.
The Lord Jesus' death not meant as a sales pitch, as a show,
Honoring Him and for what He stood, this why we all do know.
Every Easter Sunday our God's love sent to all congregations,
His sacrifice of His only son, deserving the highest of ovations.
© 2018 whonunuwho
whonunuwho (author) from United States on April 02, 2018:
Yes we all do, my friend. Many blessings. whonu
Dora Weithers from The Caribbean on April 02, 2018:
Thank you for reminding us what Easter is really about. We tend to forget.
Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on April 02, 2018:
Wonderful poetry we must always keep the faith.
whonunuwho (author) from United States on April 01, 2018:
Right on,buddy. Many blessings to you and family. whonu
Eric Dierker from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on April 01, 2018:
Thank you for this reflection on a great day.
whonunuwho (author) from United States on March 31, 2018:
Agreed my friend. Many blessings at this wonderful Easter time and to your loved ones as well. whonu
Venkatachari M from Hyderabad, India on March 31, 2018:
Very beautiful message on the eve of Easter.
Easter should be a celebration commemorating God's Love and sacrifice of His Son for the good of humanity. But, not a show of pomp and sales pitch.
Happy Easter to you and all.