Easter time is for rejoicing, dead and risen,
Not just Jesus, but those stuck in prison.

Actual bars, or self made prison, we all bear a cross,
Jesus died on it, and was laid in the moss.

When bereaved friends came, to visit and cry,
What they would see would shock their eye.

Not just their eyes, but the whole worlds too,
Jesus was gone, body and soul had flew.

What's left was a rag, they had placed on his face,
He had died without money, a cave was his place.

And risen he did, way up on a cloud,
While angry at man, of his son God was proud.

The death of Jesus, is a symbol of life,
When we leave this world, with the pain and the strife,

So to our soul it will rise, and take wing,
And to the feet of God, will fly and bring,

The final judgment, from way up above,
Don’t be afraid, he is only pure love.

He won't judge you too harshly, his word is of hope,
Go to him quickly, take flight and don’t mope.

The creator and his son are waiting our return,
Of his name and his word, many people do spurn.

Science can explain, both of heaven and the earth,
Still I wonder about those, dose it diminish their worth?

When they spread the word of evolution and the ape,
Does God get upset, that his children should ****,

His actions and good judgment, and try to explain,
That there is no God, this must cause him great pain.

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