Christian's Easter Morn
Poet: C. A. LynchIn awe, Christians gather on Easter morn,
To celebrate the day when Christ was reborn.
Through death's defeat, redemption now appears,
The Resurrection, a victory over fears.
His sacrifice on Calvary's hill,
Paid the price for all to know God's will.
The empty tomb, a symbol of new birth,
Bringing hope to every corner of the earth.
Sins Washed Away by C. A. Lynch conveys the powerful message of Easter—Jesus’ sacrifice, redemption, and the forgiveness of sin. The poem reflects on the gratitude Christians feel as they pray on this holy day, recognizing that through His blood, sins are washed away. His wounds symbolize His deep love, offering complete forgiveness and lifting the burdens of those who believe. In Christ’s redemption, believers find peace, renewal, and the assurance of salvation, making Easter a time of reflection, gratitude, and hope.
Sins Washed Away
Poet: C. A. LynchOn Easter morn, Christians humbly pray,
Grateful for redemption, on this holy day.
In Jesus' blood, sins are washed away,
Forgiveness bestowed, like dawn's golden ray.
His wounds, the evidence of love so great,
Forgiveness offered, our sins obliterate.
Lifting burdens heavy, granting peace so sweet,
In Christ's redemption, we find complete retreat.
New Life in Christ
Poet: C. A. LynchChristian hearts rejoice on Easter morn,
For in Christ, new life is now reborn.
From darkness to light, from death to life,
In Christ's resurrection, we end our strife.
Through baptism, we rise anew,
A transformed life, filled with purpose true.
With joyous hearts, our praises we sing,
Grateful for the new life Easter brings.
Easter Blessings
As Easter Dawns
Poet: C. A. LynchEaster dawns, a symbol of hope and grace,
As Christians gaze upon Christ's radiant face.
Renewed by His love, our spirits soar,
Hope springs eternal, forevermore.
From the cross to the empty tomb,
Hope blooms anew, dispelling all gloom.
For in Christ's resurrection, hope is restored,
A promise of joy that cannot be ignored.
Christ's Perfect Sacrifice
Poet: C. A. LynchOn Easter's morn, Christians pause to reflect,
On Jesus' love, a sacrifice perfect.
For God so loved the world, He gave His Son,
To redeem mankind, until time is done.
Christ's love, a beacon, guiding the way,
All-consuming, brighter than the brightest day.
In His sacrifice, we find salvation's story,
A divine love that reaches every territory.
An Easter Carol
The poem, The Day of Joy, reveals all that Easter is, from Good Friday until the resurrection that happens on Easter Monday. How amazing was God's plan to provide us with direct communication with Him as well as allow us eternal life in Heaven with Him. This poem explains these things in a nicely written rhyming poem by Lucy Larcom. May this poem remind you of the reasons we celebrate Easter and how we should be thankful in all circumstances.
The Day Of Joy
Poet: Lucy LarcomThis is the gladness of our Easter morning-
That nothing now in all the world is dead,
The roadside dust is tinted with forewarning
Of heavenly verdure mortal feet shall tread.
New meanings each blue break of sky discloses;
New messages on all the winds are heard;
New fragrance haunts the lilies and the roses-
His life, his breath- the spirit and the word.
the flowers of spring are no vain decoration
Of Earth's dead bosom; Earth is all alive
In the awakening dawn of new creation,
Went soul and body perfect strength derive.
The untainted health, the everlasting beauty!
Even Frozen hearts the warm contagion feel
Of spiritual love and holy duty;
The sickliest plant Christ's living touch can heal.
This is the wonder of the Resurrection-
That things unvalued now reveal their worth
That every human longing and affection
Feels now the glow of its immortal birth.
Our common toil, the mutual hopes we cherish,
The friendly word, the homely help we give
Each other in his love's name, shall not perish;
No thought that lives in him shall cease to live.
We who are of the earth need not be earthly;
God made our nature like His own, divine;
Nothing but selfishness can be unworthy
Of His pure image meant through us to shine.
The death of deaths it is, ourselves to smother
In our own pleasures, His dishonored gift;
And life-eternal life-to love each other;
Our souls with Christ in sacrifice to lift.
This is the beauty of our Easter morning;
In Him humanity may now arise
Out of the grave of self, all baseness scorning-
The holy radiance of his glorious eyes.
Illumines everywhere uplifted faces;
Touches the earthly with a heavenly glow;
And in the blessing light all human graces
Unto divine beatitudes must grow.
Feeding on husks no more, the wanderers gather
Around the hearthstone of the house above-
The sun has brought them home unto the Father;
His spirit in their hearts is peace and love.
Souls speak in the lost language of communication.
And angels echo back the words they say,
Earth is restored to heaven in deathless union-
This is the glory of our Easter Day.
Rejoice, He Lives!
Poet: C. A. LynchRejoice, rejoice, the stone is rolled,
The greatest story ever told!
Christ has risen, death is done,
Victory won by God's own Son.
The grave is empty, love shines bright,
Darkness turned to glorious light.
Forgiven, free, in Him we stand,
Held forever in His hand.
Easter Quotes
Why Seek Ye The Living Among The Dead
Poet: Richard Watson GilderWhen in the starry gloom
They sought the Lord Christ's tomb,
Two angels stood in sight
All dressed in burning white
Who unto the women said:
"Why seek ye the living among the dead?"
His life, his hope, his heart,
With death they had no part;
For this those words of scorn
First heard that holy mora,
When the waiting angels said:
"Why seek ye the living among the dead?"
O ye of this latter day,
Who journey the selfsame way —
Through morning's twilight gloom
Back to the shadowy tomb —
To you, as to them, was it said:
"Why seek ye the living among the dead?"
The Lord is risen indeed,
He is here for your love, for your need —
Not in the grave, nor the sky,
But here where men live and die;
And true the word that was said:
"Why seek ye the living among the dead?"
Wherever are tears and sighs,
Wherever are children's eyes,
Where man calls man his brother,
And loves as himself another,
Christ lives! The angels said:
"Why seek ye the living among the dead?"
