MY POEMS
If a survey were to take place,
amongst the vast human race,
Why all the fuss, what does it mean?
Many answers the enquirer would glean.
Daffodils, lambs & eggs are often portrayed.
Sadly little thought of the one who was betrayed.
Spare a thought for the one who came to die,
On a cross for the likes of you and I.
Flogged, beaten, in pain to the very end,
What a miracle we can still be His friend.
The Good News is He is risen and alive.
Part of God's plan for us to survive.
God's special gift to us, a way to heal the rift.
Easter is the Time we celebrate this precious gift.
Roger Whipp 1999