this year at Easter
I put all bunnies to the side,
forget about the chocolates
and not a single egg I’d hide.
I wouldn’t fill an Easter basket
but instead fill up my mind
with sweet thoughts of that Easter morn
and a Man no one could find.
I think that I might sympathize
with Thomas who had to feel
the nail holes in his Savior’s hands
to know that He was real.
And that is when I think that God
would help my heart to see
what Easter really means to Him
and what it means for me.