A poem written by Rita J. Fitzgerald

The Easter Gift

One day long ago,
Jesus died for a sinner like me.

The Easter gift,
Hearing the birds chirping
And the little children
Looking for the baskets that the furry bunny hid from them.

The Easter gift,
I saw the bird people
Fly high in the sky.

The Easter gift,
Is seeing the Lord Jesus
Come walking
Down the street
And calling my name.

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