Why This Easter Day?

How large was the stone rolled,

And heavy the tree carried

What wealth earned in gold pieces sold

And sorrow felt when He was buried.

His tattered limbs from hateful hands,

Nobility shorn disgraced.

Did stumble beneath vengeful plans,

And mocked this scene unchaste

The king replaced with sinners crowns.

The fiery fool doth cheer.

His regal presence thrown to ground,

The worlds blackness here.

So what to smile or sing about?

Why this Easter song?

The Son vanquished with little doubt,

Amid the jeering throng

The celebrations we do share.

The praise and glory in full bloom.

Seem lost without their titled heir.

A wedding bereft the groom.

Should we have yet despair and grief,

As Mary’s garden cry?

Or the ridiculing sceptic’s scorn

As in Thomas’s faltering reply?

For surely not!

The anthem words ring true.

He lives! He lives! The price was bought,

His body born anew.

The callous bands which chained,

Crest pieced by hideous thorn,

The innocent garden grass bloodstained,

Is paled to Easter’s morn.

The words refrained

He lives! He lives!

The glorious chorus thus obtained

So what to smile or sing about?

Why this Easter song?

My hellish sins are now paid out.

My soul no longer wrong.

The Savior paid my price.

Redeemed my traitor heart.

And thus this glorious advice,

Never from him depart

He is the way.

The light that shines.

So when you go astray,

Remember him, his tomb enshrines

He conquered death today.