a contest entry for Easter
A Mournful sigh
By Lisa Noe
Is it a holiday to rejoice or to feel sorrow?
He, the Lord Jesus is my King
My pillow is wet from the tears that landed from off my face, For They nailed him to a tree
And beat him without mercy
His only mourners were the women at his feet
Mary his mother, and Mary Magdelyn. Today millions mourn the man we’ve chosen for a King.
Rejoice for you are forgiven of your sin
And who more than Jesus has a right to cast out a stone yet he doesn’t.
For he did suffer the indiscretions of us all.
Every Easter We fill up the Churches and put on such pageantry, when in all honesty we should feel that way and behave that way throughout the year.