Holidays

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T’was the night before Easter
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Not even my spouse

The children were sleeping
All snug in their beds
With bunnies of chocolate
Merely dreams in their heads

When down in the den
There rose such a clatter
I sprang from my bed
To see what was the matter

Down the steps in the dark
I flew like a rocket
Ball-bat in one hand
And some mace in my pocket.

Not a thief in the night
Stopped me short in my track
But an ANGEL in white
(I was taken aback!)

“Do not be afraid.”
Was his greeting to me
“I’ve come from on high
With a message, you see.”

“Excuse me,” I said,
As I tried not to stare,
“How did you get here
And into my chair?”

His feet were propped up
He reclined with great ease
A picture of comfort
Just shooting the breeze.

I laid the bat down
And sat on the floor
Ready to listen
Yet, right by the door

He seemed to be wise
And gentle and smart
The words that he spoke
Went right to my heart.

“Please open your ears,”
He pled to this man
“And hear the real truth
While you live, and still can."

He paused when he saw
Baskets filled up with treats
Plus notes from a bunny
And other nice sweets.

“How dare you?” he boomed
In a voice filled with wrath
“The things you’ve assumed
Lead you down the wrong path.”

I was stunned by his voice
But I could not get out
He gave me no choice,
He continued to shout.

“The time is so short
Mr. man-of-this-place
And your family will perish,
It’s all about face.

I don’t mean your fame
And your so-called good worth
But rather your name
When you leave this bad earth.

“Wake up,” he decreed
As he brandished a sword,
“It’s time you were freed
So I’m cutting your cord.”

“Wait-Wait,” was my plea
As I trembled in fear
“Explain, so I see,
I will promise to hear.”

He paced and he taught
And I listened for more
"By blood you were bought"
Was the theme at its core.

Jesus the Christ
Arose from the dead
The true sacrifice
Washed me clean as he bled.

Easter is LIFE!
I’m not teaching my kid
Or showing him truth
Of what Jesus did.

Before I could blink
The angel withdrew
Gone in a wink
And nobody knew

He’d planted a seed
To grow deep in my heart
A desperate need
To make a fresh start.

I’d tell my own kin
And others around
About washed away sin
And the love I had found.


Contrite for my blindness
Now thankful for vision:

Easter’s not about eggs…
But about JESUS RISEN!

Hallelujah!

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