Easter Day Poetry

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  • But, do you see, my friend, that thus
    You leave St. Paul for Æschylus?—
    —Who made his Titan’s arch-device
    The giving men blind hopes to spice
    The meal of life with, else devoured
    In bitter haste, while lo! Death loured
    Before them at the platter’s edge!
    If faith should be, as we allege,
    Quite other than a condiment
    To heighten flavors with, or meant
    (Like that brave curry of his Grace)
    To take at need the victuals’ place?
    If having dined you would digest
    Besides, and turning to your rest
    Should find instead . . .
  • At first you say, “The whole, or chief
    “Of difficulties, is Belief.
    “Could I believe once thoroughly,
    “The rest were simple. What? Am I
    “An idiot, do you think? A beast?
    “Prove to me only that the least
    “Command of God is God’s indeed,
    “And what injunction shall I need
    “To pay obedience? Death so nigh
    “When time must end, eternity
    “Begin,—and cannot I compute?
    “Weigh loss and gain together? suit
    “My actions to the balance drawn,
    “And give my body to be sawn
    “Asunder, hacked in pieces, tied
    “To horses, stoned, burned, crucified,
    “Like any martyr of the list?
    “How gladly,—if I made acquist,
    “Through the brief minutes’ fierce annoy,
    “Of God’s eternity of joy.”
  • Jesus came to earth,
    To show us how to live,
    How to put others first,
    How to love and how to give.

Then He set about His work,
That God sent Him to do;
He took our punishment on Himself;
He made us clean and new.

He could have saved Himself,
Calling angels from above,
But He chose to pay our price for sin;
He paid it out of love.

Our Lord died on Good Friday,
But the cross did not destroy
His resurrection on Easter morn
That fills our hearts with joy.

Now we know our earthly death,
Like His, is just a rest.
We’ll be forever with Him
In heaven, where life is best.

So we live our lives for Jesus,
Think of Him in all we do.
Thank you Savior; Thank you Lord.
Help us love like you!

By Joanna Fuchs

  •    “Proved, or not,
    “Howe’er you wis, small thanks, I wot,
    “You get of mine, for taking pains
    “To make it hard to me. Who gains
    “By that, I wonder? Here I live
    “In trusting ease; and do you drive
    “At causing me to lose what most
    “Yourself would mourn for when ’twas lost?”

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