Deborah Wininger

I awoke before dawn this Easter morn,
Laid very still and just thought,
Not of the eggs and bunnies that Easter brings,
But of the gift of life that it brought.
I thought of that cross he carried,
That crown of thorns on his head,
The nails into his body they buried,
Betrayed by even those that he led.
Up that road to Calvary,
Totally sinless too,
Jesus paid the ultimate out of love,
He died for me, for you.
Love keeps no records of right or wrong,
Love doesn't keep a score,
To our Father in heaven we all belong,
Just as on that day long before.
I looked in the room at my sleeping sons,
Tears slipped from my eyes.
God had done more than I could have done,
To just watch as my son suffered and died.
My Easter held such meaning then,
As I watched the dawn breaking through,
Just thinking of that day so long ago,
When God did what I could not do.