Poem: Easter Morning

    “Poem: Easter Morning,” Friend, Apr. 2014, 11

    Easter Morning

    Friend Magazine, 2014/04 Apr

    It’s early on an Easter morn.

    The sun has yet to rise.

    A bird nearby begins to sing,

    And soft clouds fill the skies.

    I think of Jesus on the cross

    And in the garden there,

    And how they laid Him in a tomb

    With tenderness and care.

    Then on a morning such as this—

    The day was young and new—

    Jesus rose and lived again.

    I know that this is true.