Remember As I dress my children in their Sunday best, to celebrate this special day of rest; I bow my head and begin to pray, they fully understand his love today; As they display their Easter baskets, I see, they've each colored one just for me; I'm reminded of what it means to give, and the pain he endured so that I might live; Watching them search for their treasures outside, filled with joy I cannot hide; I pause to remember that glorious vision, and the blessed shout of "He Is Risen!". © Tina Addair, 2004 Kingsport,Tennessee |
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