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.