An Easter Poem by Anne Richards

I stand at the cross and weep
See his nail pierced hands; his feet
Upon his head a crown of thorns
Twas for this end that he was born.

Here on Calvary crucified
A saviour sent for me
With his death, my sins forgiven
A gift so undeserved, yet freely given.

I stand at the open tomb in awe
An empty space where once he lay
He is here no more
For He Has Risen on Day Three.

I kneel before the cross with thankful heart
That he should bleed and die for me
For with his death and resurrection
I have been set free.

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