Easter Poems & Stories



 

Easter Is The Gift...

Easter is the gift of HOPE
Easter is the gift of PEACE
Easter is the gift of LOVE
Let us rejoice in Him,
Who gives them all.

May God bless you at Easter,
And keep you all year through.
May God give you all the faith it takes,
To make your dreams come true.
May His love and wisdom always help,
To guide you on your way.
May His light shine down upon you now,
To bless your Easter Day.

 

 

The Easter Parade

What shall I wear for the Easter Parade?
A dress that’s the color of marmalade
With a border embroidered
in light blue cornflowers
Like the edge of a meadow
after spring showers
And a matching hat round
as a top you can spin
And elastic to hold it on under my chin
And brand-new shoes
whiter than newly-poured cream
With heart-shaped,
golden buckles that gleam;
And I’ll carry a small purse
of butterfly blue
With a penny for me and a penny for you
To buy us both glasses of cold lemonade
When we walk, hand in hand,
in the Easter Parade.

-William Jay Smith



I Feel It In The Air

I know it's Easter time again,
I feel it in the air.
The breath of spring with woodsy tang,
And new life everywhere.
And spring glides on with magic touch
O'er mountain side and glen;
And wakens all the sleeping plants
For Easter time again.

The brooklets leap from rock to rock,
As if in joyful play;
The flowers peep from darkened tombs
To welcome Easter Day.
The birds are swinging on the boughs,
And trill in ecstasy;
They seem to show the world's great joy
Of Easter mystery.

Why should we dread
the thing called death?
It's just an open door,
Where all within is love and peace
And joy forever more.
"Because I live, you too shall live,"
We hear the Savior say.
Let's consecrate our lives anew,
On this glad Easter Day.

~By Edna Reed~

 

 

Meeting the Easter Bunny

On Easter morn at early dawn
before the cocks were crowing
I met a bob-tail bunnykin
and asked where he was going.
"Tis in the house and out the house
a-tispy, tipsy-toeing,
Tis round the house and 'bout the house
a-lightly I am going."
"But what is that of every hue
you carry in your basket?"
"Tis eggs of gold and eggs of blue;
I wonder that you ask it.
"Tis chocolate eggs and bonbon eggs
and eggs of red and gray,
For every child in every house
on bonny Easter day."
He perked his ears and winked his eye
and twitched his little nose;
He shook his tail -- what tail he had --
and stood up on his toes.
"I must be gone before the sun;
the east is growing gray;
Tis almost time for bells to chime." --
So he hippety-hopped away.

~By Rowena Bennett, 1930~

 

 

 

 

The Easter Bunny
by M. Josephine Todd, 1909

There's a story quite funny,
About a toy bunny,
And the wonderful things she can do;
Every bright Easter morning,
Without warning,
She colors eggs, red, green, or blue.

Some she covers with spots,
Some with quaint little dots,
And some with strange mixed colors, too
-- Red and green, blue and yellow,
But each unlike his fellow
Are eggs of every hue.

And it's odd, as folks say,
That on no other day
In all of the whole year through,
Does this wonderful bunny,
So busy and funny,
Color eggs of every hue.

If this story you doubt
She will soon find you out,
And what do you think she will do?
On the next Easter morning
She'll bring you without warning,
Those eggs of every hue.




 

Origin of The Easter Bunny

The Easter Bunny is a symbol that originated with the pagan festival of Eastre. The goddess, Eastre, was worshipped by the Anglo-Saxons
through her earthly symbol,
the hare or rabbit.

The date of Easter is determined by the moon whose symbolism is strongly tied to that of the hare. In fact, the hare is the symbol for the moon. Ever since the Council of Nicea in 325 A.D., Easter has been celebrated on the first Sunday following the first full moon
after March 21st.

The Easter bunny was introduced to American folklore by the German settlers who arrived in the Pennsylvania Dutch country during the 1700s. The arrival of the "Oschter Haws" was considered "childhood's greatest pleasure" next to a visit from Christ-Kindel on Christmas Eve. The children believed that if they were good the "Oschter Haws" would
lay a nest of colored eggs.

The children would build their nest in a secluded place in the home, the barn or the
garden. Boys would use their caps and girls their bonnets to make the nests . The use of elaborate Easter baskets came later as the tradition of the Easter bunny spread
through out the country.

A Crown of Thorns

There was, upon this earth, a Savior
Who came to cleanse and heal.
He wore a crown of thorns upon His head, Our souls to ever seal.

He gave up the crown of Glory
That was rightfully His, that day ~
That He came to earth to give
Unto all men, a glorious stay.

He put aside His own sweet crown,
His signet ring that day,
That, maybe, all would come and walk
In His dear righteous way.

He loved us with a love so pure.
On His head He wore a crown of thorns,
That His love would cleanse the world
And man could be reborn.

Mighty is the name of this Savior,
Jesus. He redeemed the day
For all who would accept Him
And walk along His righteous way.

They hung Him upon
an old rugged Cross,
A thief on either side.
But, the day He comes back, again,
He’ll take us to be His bride.

If we give our Hearts to Him
Who bore our shame on Calvary’s Cross,
Though we’ve sinned o’er and o’er,
We’ll suffer no loss ...

But, only if we claim Him as Savior
And are not filled with shame.
Then, that fateful day, in Glory,
He’ll proudly proclaim our name.

This is the love of one so dear ~

That He suffered agonizing pain
So, when this life on earth is over,
Through Him, we’ll be joined again.

By His tender mercies and pain
Of a crown of thorns upon His head,
He will raise us up to Glory, as was He
After they pronounced Him dead.

© 2002 by Pearlie Duncan Walker





His Cross Became My Crown

Long before I knew Him,
I begrudged having to go to Church; 
Sitting by a little brook,
beneath a crooked limbed old birch.
But, one night, I felt His voice
and I heard the Minister say,
"If you want to go to this lovely place called Heaven, this is the way."

I bowed to the Master,
asking Him to come into my own heart,
‘Cause never, in my life span,
did I want this feeling from me to part.
I saw, in my heart, the old rugged cross He bore up a hill, that day.
And, I cried, "Lord, I give my life
to You and I will ever stay."

So, He crowned me with glory
and His Cross became my crown,
Because I want to be with my Savior,
in Heaven, and hear the angels sound.
I asked for His mercy and, upon my heart He very lovingly did bestow,
A crown of Glory born of a Cross he carried, as upon a hill He did go.

My crown was paid for by Jesus,
as He hung and for my sins died.
When I really realized this, my heart bled and I hung my head and cried.
"Lord Jesus, forgive me.
Though, naught did I do, way back then."
But, since I received my crown,
I know Jesus died for every sin.

He will show us the way to glory, every step and every prayer of the way.
He will lead us to victory, again, every time we err and go astray.
The old cross was the burden
that we all thank Jesus for, today.
For, He took our punishment.
He earned, for all of us,
an eternal stay.

© by Pearlie Duncan Walker

 

 

Let Me Remember...

On Easter morning as I awake,
I recall memories that make me quack,
For long ago on Calvary,
My Jesus died to set me free;

I'll never really understand,
Why God made such as a wonderous plan,
That When He saw a humble man,
Jesus fulfilled God's perfect plan;

The Crown of thorns upon His head,
The blood that for my soul He shed,
The cries of pain and agony,
It was all to set this captive free;

In life and death he bore my pain,
To make a way that life I'd gain,
And when He comes for us again,
The plan of God will be made plain;

Those nail- scarred hands and feet,
Were all for us to stop defeat,
For now our soul can soar with Him,
The final Battle we will win;

My eyes will I lift to heaven above,
To catch a glimpse of God's divine love,
Our flight will end in heaven I know...

Author Loretta Jane Moore




 

 

Holy Blood

He walked the way to the garden -
And blood fell in that place;
Bounded before the rulers,
His blood streamed down His face.

No mercy, grace or pardon
Was granted to Him, here.
But, God was, then, providing
The price for all the years!

My sins were, there, upon Him;
Blood red, then sparkling white!
My hope in Him, eternal,
Brought Heaven into sight!

How can that bright red blood
make white?
I do not understand.
But this I know, we'll never need
Another sacrificial lamb!

He is so very beautiful,
More worthy than any words.
I cannot think of the abyss,
Were His name never heard!

The tomb is but a vacuum,
Drawing earthly souls to Him!
The blood has done it's mighty work
And we are cleansed from sin!

© 2000 by Joan Clifton Costner

Would You?

Would you die for Jesus,
The way He died for you?
Or, would you bow your head
And say, "This, I can't do?

What if Jesus, Himself, said
To His Father, up above,
"Why do I have to die for them?
They lack in Faith, and Love?"

What if our Heavenly Father said;
"Son, I'll spare you from the cross.
You don't have to perish
For the sinners that are lost."

It would be sad, for all of us,
To look into the face
Of our Father, up above,
Without His Saving Grace.

God could have said,
"I don't think it's wise
To punish My Son,
For their wicked demise."

But, I'm so glad
That God told His Son,
"It's a huge sacrifice.
But, it has to be done."

For God loved us so much,
He let His Son take our place;
When He died on that cross,
For the whole human race.

Easter's when Jesus
Arose from His grave,
Sacrificing His own life,
So that we could be saved.


© 2002 by Vickie Lambdin





Gods Only Son

He was God's only Son, who came here, for us, to go to Calvary.
It was the only way to wipe away our sins and win the victory.
He was wounded for our transgressions, bruised for our sin,
And it's with His stripes, Oh Lord,
that we are healed and well again.

He shall grow up as a tender plant, a root out of dry ground.
It is said, 'He hath no beauty we should desire.' But, a Savior I have found.
He is despised and rejected of men;
a man of sorrows, I read,
And from Him men's faces were hid.
Let us plant good seed.

He offered up His dear life to pay for our sin on Calvary, that day;
Walked up a hill, with thorns in His head, for our sins He went to pay.
I love Thee, Oh, my Lord.
Thank you for taking away death's sting.
And, in believing in His only Son,
true freedom it will bring.

Thank you for bearing my grief, when Thou were not esteemed by man.
You carried our sorrows. We esteemed Him stricken, smitten, in the land.
All like sheep have gone astray. Even as He gave His life, all went away.
He was oppressed and afflicted, and opened not His mouth a word to say.

He conquered evil, through the Cross, upon Calvary that awesome day.
So, let us pick up our cross and follow in His footsteps, all the way,
Looking for a brighter tomorrow; up there with the Father and He,
Who bore the heavy old cross and gave His sweet life, there at Calvary.


© 2001-2002 by Pearlie Duncan Walker

 

Legend of the Dogwood

An old and beautiful legend says that, at the time of the crucifixion,
the dogwood was comparable in size to the oak tree and other monarchs
of the forest. Because of its firmness and strength it was selected
as the timber for the cross, but to be put to such a cruel use
greatly distressed the tree. Sensing this, the crucified Jesus
in his gentle pity for the sorrow and suffering of all said to it:
"Because of your sorrow and pity for My sufferings, never again
will the dogwood tree grow large enough to be used as a cross.
Henceforth it will be slender, bent and twisted and its blossoms
will be in the form of a cross ~ two long and two short petals.
In the center of the outer edge of each petal there will be
nail prints ~ brown with rust and stained with red ~ and in the center
of the flower will be a crown of thorns,
and all who see this will remember."

 

 

 


 

Many years ago, a dogwood tree grew on a hill outside Jerusalem. In those days, the dogwood tree was as tall
and mighty as an oak, and this tree was the tallest of all the dogwoods, and extremely proud of its strength.

"Something wonderful is going to happen to me," it said to anyone who would listen. "I'll probably become the mast that holds the big sail on a grand ship, or the main timber supporting a great house."

Unfortunately, the huge old dogwood was cut down to become the cross to which Jesus was nailed. The tree was horrified. All its dreams of glory were smashed, and it groaned in agony as two boards
from its trunk were nailed together.

Jesus took pity on the tree, even as he carried it to Calvary. "You will never be put to such use again," He told it. "From this day on, your shape will change, even as will the world. You will become
slender and sway easily with the breeze. And instead of acorns, you will bear flowers in the shape of a cross... with
two long and two short petals. In the center of the outer edge of each petal,
there will be nail prints... brown with rust and red with bloodstains to show the world how you have suffered."

"Last of all, the center of your flowers will be marked as though with a crown of thorns to remind people forevermore, that you and I spent our last moments together." And so it was. And so it is.

~ Author Unknown ~




The Legend
of the Dogwood Tree


When Christ was on earth,
The dogwood grew to a
Towering size with lovely hue.
Its branches were strong and interwoven
And for Christ's cross
Its timbers were chosen.
Being distressed at the use of this wood,
Christ made a promise
Which still holds good:

"Not ever again shall the dogwood grow
To be large enough for such a tree,
And so slender and twisted
It shall always be with cross-shaped Blossoms for all to see.
The petals shall have bloodstains
Marked in brown and in the
Blossom's center a thorny crown.
All who see it will think of Me,
Nailed to a cross from the dogwood tree.
Protected and cherished this tree shall be
A reflection to all of my agony."

-Author Unknown



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