The Poets Desk Easter Poems 203
 
 

Easter Blessings from the Poet's Desk

 
He Walked That Path to Calvary

He walked that path on a Friday they did say
Bruised and beaten and carrying a heavy cross
For our sins and transgressions He paid the cost.

They crowned His head with thorns.
For the lies and sins of others, He was scorned.

Wrapped in a cloth and put in a tomb,
Everyone felt that He was doomed.

Three days late,r He arose and was seated
at the right hand of the Father;
Pardoning every Man, Women, Son, and Daughter.

His death and resurrection came to set us free.
For all of us, He overcame sin and won the Victory.

Salvation and Grace is ours, forever more.
That's why the Father let Jesus walk that path to Calvary.

© Nancy Hoback

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My Lord, My Lord

They lay your cross upon the ground,
Nailed spikes through your feet and hands,
As you lay in searing pain,
They placed upon your head a thorny crown.

Lifted you up for the world to behold,
Proclaiming this man Jesus, here is your Lord,
He is not so great for he hangs among thieves,
For thirty pieces of silver He was sold.

Peter denied you, Thomas doubted you,
Judas betrayed you, great men feared you,
God sacrificed you to an ungrateful humanity,
You gave your life to save us from the sins we do.

I come before You on bended knee,
Bow my head in reverence,
Open my heart and bare my soul,
Forgiveness, this is all I ask of thee.

© Gayle Davis

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Last Words

Our Savior Lord was crucified.
We hung Him from a tree.
We drove a nail in both His hands,
But He blamed neither you or me.

We crowned Him with a thorny crown.
We pierced His heart with a spear.
We drove a nail through both His feet,
But not a sound of pain could we hear.
Then from the cross He spoke aloud,
And asked God to forgive us for what we did.
In mortal pain He prayed for us,
And for our souls His life He bid.

A thief was hung on either side,
And to the one He said.
This day you will be with me in Paradise,
But for the other He hung His head.

Now from the cross He saw His Mother,
And John was standing by Her side.
Then to His Mother He said "behold thy son",
And to John and us He gave His Mother
Before He died.

My God, My God why hast Thou forsaken Me?
He uttered with a cry.
The sins of man are so great this day,
And they make my mouth so very dry.

I thirst for the souls of every man.
I have drank the cup My Father gave.
The sins of man are with Me now,
And I'll take them with Me to My grave.

It is finished, the pain is gone.
My task on earth is done.
I'll release the souls that have gone before,
Because I am Your loving Son.

Unto You my Father I command My spirit.
We have given Heaven to those We love the most,
And the angels in heaven are rejoicing now,
With the Father, Son and Holy Ghost.

© L. M. Willson

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I Was There

As they walked Jesus from the Dungeon,
lead him out into the city street.
Just a loin cloth, and thorn's on his head,
took the sandels from his feet.
I Was There

A cross was put upon his back to carry,
made from a great Dogwood tree.
Spit on,cursed while walking the street
to a morbid place called Calvery.
I was There

Blood spilled from his tormented body,
as they nailed him to a cross.
If only he would have ask me to help him,
but all on earth would be lost.
I was There

When that day far all mankind to save,
gave up his life for all like you.
Then ask his father in his last breath,
forgive they know not what they do.
I was There

The third day the stone were removed,
found Jesus body had left the grave.
His words were on the third day I will rise,
the souls of my people will be saved.
I was There

Soon he will be rising up to the heavens,
his work here on earth is done.
This time we will go back home together,
I am his Father, and he's my Son.
I was there God

© Walt Chapman

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Easter, A Day of Reckoning

Spring is in the air
with blossoms everywhere,
as balmy days of April warms my heart;
it all comes up to mind...
the beauty that I find,
represents our Savior from the start.

Because He sacrificed for us
upon that cross-bound truss..
. to free us all from hate, sin, and fear.
And on that fateful day
when our lord was lain away, little did they know He'd re-appear!
For when they moved the stone
they found an empty tomb,
for Jesus Christ our Lord had arose.
Thus, born an Easter Day
when we celebrate and pray,
for miracles in life God bestows!

© William E. Hardison

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It Is Finished

Christ hung on the cross and completed God’s plan.
He brought salvation to woman and man.
He suffered alone as he hung there that day.
It is finished,” those near him, heard Jesus say.

It is finished meant God’s measureless plan was done,
He provided righteousness for us through his son.
It is finished meant that our sins could be forgiven,
If we confess them to Christ he’ll take us to Heaven.

Because it is finished this world cannot harm us.
Catastrophes, calamities and tragedies don’t alarm us.
We have peace in our hearts and a hope never ending.
We know that with God we’ll eternity be spending.

Because it is finished we can all love each other.
We can treat our worst enemy as if he were our brother.
Because it is finished we each must do our part
To try to show unto others that we have Jesus in our heart.

Because it is finished we need to let the world know
That God still loves them even if they’ve sunk low.
His salvation plan includes them and he wants them to be
With him in Glory to live eternally.

© Bob Hefner

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Easter’s Gifts

In spring we see the warming sun,
And watch our children having fun,
While colored eggs they search to find,
And place in baskets, softly lined.

It’s at this time my thoughts turn to,
My Savior, and all he went through.
And even though he had such strife,
His resurrection brought new life.

And so it is for you and me,
We’ll rise again and him we’ll see.
His glory will enfold us ‘round,
While his great love for all abounds.

Yes, Easter is the time of year
For colored eggs and fam’ly cheer,
And yes, the loveliness of spring,
Will ever make my spirit sing.

© James O'Brien

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