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 The Easter Story
 
  From the garden of Gethsemane
 Where Jesus knelt to pray
 To the betrayal done by Judas
 On that grim and fatal day.
 
 From the mighty hands of Pilate
 Who preferred to let Him be
 To the noble priests and leaders
 Who refused to set Him free.
 
 From the crown of thorns upon His head
 And lash marks from a strap
 To the weight of such a heavy cross
 Strapped there upon His back.
 
 From the thief who hung beside Him
 Crying, "Lord, remember me"
 To the gentle words of Jesus
 "Today, you'll be with me."
 
 From the darkness of the noon time
 As He died upon the cross
 To the earth that shook and trembled
 In response to such a loss.
 
 From the cheering cries of soldiers
 As they took His body down
 To the caring hands of Joseph
 A follower new in town.
 
 From the tomb where He was laid to rest
 In linen cloth of white
 To the guards who had to stand close by
 Throughout both day and night.
 
 From the stone that blocked the entrance
 As it gently rolled away
 To the miracle that happened
 On that third and final day.
 
 From the baffled look of soldiers
 As they peered into the room
 To the startled face of Mary
 When she found an empty tomb.
 
 From the frightened look of Mary
 As she swiftly left that place
 To the light that flowed from Jesus
 When she saw Him face to face.
 
 From the doubt of His disciples
 When she spoke of resurrection
 To the fear upon their faces
 As He walked in their direction.
 
 From the written word of scripture
 That was told in prophecy
 To the eleven who had gathered
 On a hill in Galilee.
 
 From the words that had been spoken
 Before He went away
 To His ascension into heaven
 Where He lives this very day.
 
 From the bible on the mantel
 Tis the words you need to heed
 To find wisdom in its pages
 And a light to sow a seed.
 
 From the death and resurrection
 Of the One we hold so dear
 To the coming of His Spirit
 Now that Easter time is here.
 
 From the colored eggs and candy
 And an orchid trimmed in blue
 To the truth found there in scripture
 Christ Jesus died for you.
 
   Author/Written By:
 Marilyn Ferguson
 ©2001
 
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 Thank 
                                                                               you 
                                                                               so 
                                                                               much 
                                                                               Marilyn.....Jimmy
 
  
  
       
                                                                
                                                                  
                                                                
                                                                     
 
  
  
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