When my heart cries for,
On my cross of despair.
I look at my door,
And Jesus is out there…



Easter is sharing Christ with pain
Quietly and soft words will remain,
Pilatus and the roman’s still complain,
His death was not in vain….

To believe is a shadow with lights,
Christ for us still fights.
Easter remember us for the second life,
You could be rich, poor or bright.


Victor Marques