What's important is moving forward
Chose a goal you're working toward
Trusting angels; trusting God
Let them show you where to trod
Brokenness is not an ending
But a path where HE's extending
Through your moments and your friends
Joys and happiness without an end
Life has changes; keep on waiting
For that time that's resonating
With a peaceful calm sincere
Then embrace it: God is here
The winds of the winter have visited again
Though Spring time is present and ready to begin
The chilliness and coldness have come with their touch
They soon will be leaving; I can promise, this much
Too cold to be planting; so we must all wait
With eager young plantlets as we all navigate
The moments of nature that challenge us all
To rest for awhile for such time is so small
We'll listen and watch for the change in the breeze
That tells us it's safe now and nothing will freeze
The sowing transplanting will soon start again
The wonders of nature have such stories to spin
I look across the yard and see
So much beautifulness looking back at me
The trickling sunlight through the trees
And grass that's greening with delicacies..
I hear around me so much noise
Distant traffic and mother nature's voice
Both are sounding but one rings clear
With the voice of God for all to hear
I feel God's sweetness: so divine
In the wind and passing time
Whispering moments...seconds too
In the elments: "I love you"
See the growing plants?..They sing,
Of God's great providence over everything
Giving life and breath to all
God keeps inviting us: hear Him call?
Will I write about our Jesus rising,
or about His conquering of death and sin
Or should I speak about Him already risen
and of strengthening my bond within
Today is not just about a one time happening
or about something we recall just once a year
But hopefully it is about a recommittment
and a deepening of what we hold most dear
For Jesus, our Savior is Risen, not just today but in every day
He's won for us our salvation and we can choose to live this in every way
Easter is not just about the past suffering or the cross all baren its true
But about the depth of a Father who loves us and
how He chose to show this to me and to you
So rejoice with all of the Easter bunnies
and with all of the gatherings too
But remember forever in each moment
this Easter moment can keep happening in you
It's not just about the select season or holiday
but about an action that continues to be
If we are truly the people of Easter Sunday
every day. after, others will see
For Jesus, our Savior is Risen, not just today but in every day
He's won for us our salvation and we can choose to live this in every way
Easter is not just about the past suffering or the cross all baren its true
But about the depth of a Father who loves us and
how He chose to show this to me and to you
Happy Easter happy Holidays and happy moments ..
today we're rising to celebrate
But let's resolve in our moments of silence
to give this holiday no expiration date
So that the day after the official recalling..Easter
doesn't lose momentum or even die
But we will continue on in all of this excitment
for we believe in what this holiday signifies
For Jesus, our Savior is Risen, not just today but in every day
He's won for us our salvation and we can choose to live this in every way
Easter is not just about the past suffering or the cross all baren its true
But about the depth of a Father who loves us and
how He chose to show this to me and to you
The Creator. of the world; all dressed in our earthly frame
Stood before a taunting crowd. and willingly took blame
For all the crimes committed and for all the ugly sin
He bore the spittal the shame and all the anguish deep within
We see this. beloved Savior; so digraced and full of pain
From the crown of His Sweet Head to His feet, bloodied and stained
With blood, all pouring out; from wounds too many to count
There wasn't a part of His Body, that didn't silently throb and shout
He was slammed upon the cross; while forceful hammers fell
And broke open His hands and feet with unforgiving nails.
Uplifted and dropped again, so the cross could rightly stand
Jesus the Savior of all...had become a broken, beaten up, man
Ridiculed and mocked by so many; Jesus raised His trembling voice
And begged the Father to forgive them for creating such a noise
He didn't seek a vengeful firestorm or floods of wrath to cover all
But rather a tender understainding of what made these mortals fall
The story of our Saviors suffering and death comes up once a year
But it is relived in every moment that we choose sinfulness over here
It isn't about taking somes actual nails or whipping our Lord again
But of mercilessly ripping off the bandage by letting the devil live within
Not despising all His Glory Jesus walked to His Own death
Having powers far beyond Him; He could have escaped that final breath
But He embraced it, His own condemantion by the peoples He would save
See Him walking: the Lamb unsullied; Jesus, Savior accepted the grave
Crowds are shouting, who once had praised Him: "Crucify Him" loud and clear
Spitting, cursing and ridiculing: mobs increased their awful cheer
Ahead, the road, to His death, most awful; had its callenges we could see
Added suffering and humiliation, accompanied Jesus to Calvary
The terrible moment, that awful moment, when Jesus was laid upon the tree;
Flesh was tearing, blood was pouring; and we heard Him cry out in agony
Big, blunt, iron steaks, pierced Him roughly; then they lifted Him from the ground
The tree, now, serving: as executioner; increased its difficulties all around
Those, who loved Him. more than anyone; helplessly, watched Him sigh and heave
Mother Mary and John the Apostle; kept on waiting beneath that treacherous tree
"Father, forgive them"; "Here is your mother"; and "in the Heavens you'll join ME"
Preceeded final moments, of being thirsty; and, that surrender, to what would be
Soon, the world was steeped in darkness, that comes from having nothing more
Than, that empty feeling, of having lost Jesus; for choosing evil, over Heaven's door
Lowering slowly His Lifeless Body...all the remaining disciples reluctantly
Layed Him gently, on the lap of Mary, who once had coddled Him so maternally
The sorrowful Mother and grieving disciples remained inside a pressing crowd
Who seemed to cheer out in celebration with cries of victroy gross and loud
Once they cleared out, all those masses the faithful took Him to the grave
Washed Him wrapped Him layed Him, sadly, into a tomb they procurred that day
So it,ended, as it had started: with piercing pains within their hearts
Jesus, lifeless, inside a sepulcher; no one wishing to leave Him or depart
All would depart there depsite their loving Him not aware of God's Good Plan
The story was ended but a new one started Of Jesus, Savior, God made man
