Sunday, 5 April 2015

Happy Easter: The Greatest Gift

If you know me, then you know that I LOVE bright and happy colors. That is probably part of the reason that I love Easter. There is so much life and color in that holiday. Another reason that Easter is my favorite holiday would be what it represents in my faith. I have always seen it as a day to honor my Savior, Jesus Christ, and appreciate the amazing things that He has done for me.

So, here is a poem that reflects on the greatest gift God ever gave human kind, His Only Begotten Son. Because of Him, we can be whoever we want to be. Because of Him, nothing is impossible. Hope you enjoy it.

HAPPY EASTER!!!!


He is the Gift


What is the Atonement?
What is it to me?
What did he do,
That man from Galilee?

It's a healing, a hope
That burns bright within;
A key to unlock
The shackles of sin.

He paid off my debt
And made my soul free
Anointed my eyes
With clay, now I see.

I lived in a dungeon
So dark and so dank
For my freedom, my Lord
I scarcely can thank.

Though my master, he served me
And took me unto
His chamber and groomed me
Until I looked new.

But, a jester cast out
From the king's court on high
Saw me and came
To swap truth for a lie.

"You're really not special.
The clothes that you wear
Are a mask just to fool
Those you think really care."

I cringe as he pokes
The newly formed scar.
Perhaps he is right,
I haven't come that far.

So, I crawl back into
My hole and forget
All the strength I had gained
"I'm not ready yet."

Then a messenger sent,
In my hour of need,
Reminds me the cost
So I could be freed.

I learn of my Savior
From this messenger true.
He helps me remember
The things I once knew.

So I put down the chains;
I'm no longer bound.
The key to the gate
Was long ago found.

The jester is gone.
The fog now has cleared.
I'm ready to face
What I once had feared.

Someday my Lord will
Come see me again
And welcome me back
Instead of condemn.

A voice in my mind
Says, "You're doing your part
To come before Him
With a purified heart."

I await now the call
To approach the king's throne
Where I'll lay down my life
For it was never my own.

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