The Easter Feast is a wondrous story
of Sacrifice, Hope and Love and Glory.
To children today; the things long ago,
may not seem true; not on facebook, you know.
Why choose a donkey, to ride into town?
Why not a carriage for a man of renown?
No red carpet for the path of a King,
Just Palm leaves strewn ‘neath the donkey and Him.
It’s hard to believe a man really would
suffer and die for other folk’s good.
Yet, Dad said, two fire-fighters recently died
saving some strangers, trapped there inside.
Excited children will hurry, when bidden,
to find chocolate eggs, playfully hidden.
Renewal of Life, these eggs represent
after carrying the cross through the six weeks of Lent.
He doesn’t mind the colour of our skin
or if one is fat or painfully thin,
ugly or beautiful, tiny or tall.
He gave us His Son to die for us all.
Then, three days later to rise and to live,
was not just for those who declare they believe
but to ‘not sure’ or ‘don’t know’; the world and his wife
and, on Easter Sunday, the true Gift of Life.
,© Marion Sharville