Easter

Even as the sun sets low in the west, rising voices jeer,
A man is nailed to a cross to die, condemned not of guilt, but fear,
Sinless, blameless, compassionate, kind, hated, mocked and scorned,
Truly He was the Son of God, from the virgin Mary born,
Even as the Son lay low in the grave, the stone is rolled away,
Rising voices of angels cheer, “Messiah lives today!”

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