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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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