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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=531156" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Easter Poems</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">JESUS & EASTER<br> <br>There once was a traveler who was driven out of town<br> On His shoulders was a burden that pushed Him to the ground.<br> On His head was a crown made of thorns from a bush<br> And the street was so crowded the guards had to push.<br> <br>They beat Him with nine tails each step of the way<br> Where Christ found the strength, only God could say.<br> They stopped at some sandstone at the top of a hill<br> There was a round hole the cross would soon fill.<br> <br>They made Him lie down upon that wood cross<br> There they nailed Him to prove who was boss.<br> The beam was up-ended by the muscles of men <br>As it plunged down the hole it was carved to fit in.<br> <br>Then Jesus looked up at the lightning that flew <br>And cried, God, My Father, they know not what they do.<br> They crucified our Lord as His blood flowed to earth<br> If inside you believe, you feel what love is worth.<br> <br>They wrapped Him in loincloth when He was taken down<br> Then carefully removed His scarlet stained crown.<br> They placed Him in a cave with a large, round, stone door<br> Before sealing forever, they lay lilies on the floor.<br> <br>Though it wasn't very long, and the stone was rolled away<br> For Jesus resurrected, to rise on Easter Day! <br> <br>DARTS OF THE DEVIL </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The darts of the devil fly free on the winds<br> And sometimes they pierce both family and friends.<br> Remember young Adam and his wife, Eve? <br> When they gave into Satan, the Lord said, 'leave'.<br> <br>Ever since then, right up to today<br> The devil makes sure we'll sin in some way.<br> Wear all of God's armor, whatever you do; <br> Should the darts of the devil seek out you.<br> <br>Thank God for Jesus who died on the cross.<br> Our passage to heaven was paid by His loss.<br> Every knee shall bow and tongues confess all<br> That Jesus is our Lord at his final call.<br> <br>Angels will descend with Jesus in the sky<br> He'll greet us with open arms when it's our time to fly.<br> For our Lord awaits all who believe <br>And those who do not, shall be told to leave.<br> <br>GRACE<br> <br>The Son of God came to save that which was lost<br> To redeem our soul from the power of the grave.<br> Where the prisoners of death must rest together<br> Except for the spirits of the kind and brave.<br> <br>The preaching of the cross is ignored by fools<br> And sinners who are unable to conform.<br> By grace we are saved as a gift from our Lord<br> Who wipes tears from the faces that mourn.<br> <br>By learning, loving, working, teaching, and prayer<br> We submit our years as a tale to be told.<br> The survival of life is our pilgrimage<br> As we tackle each challenge both young and old.<br> <br>No one can be sure of how long they will last<br> Though all have a choice of whom they choose to be.<br> Warmongers, adulterers, thieves or saints<br> Everyone must some day bow down before Thee.<br> <br>From dust we were made and shall return<br> After life has brought us to our earthly end.<br> Though all must walk in the shadow of death<br> The righteous are promised they will rise again.<br> <br>GOD'S POET TOM ZART<br> <br>The Lord can close doors no man can open<br> And open doors no man can close.<br> It's up to us to prove our heavenly worth<br> By our lifetime example of the path we chose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Tom+Zart">Tom Zart</a><div class=q>
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There once was a traveler who was driven out of town
 On His shoulders was a burden that pushed Him to the ground.
 On His head was a crown made of thorns from a bush
 And the street was so crowded the guards had to push.
 
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