For many years kids have come shouting and filled with glee
about colorful Easter eggs left by the mysterious “Easter Bunny.”
Where is the shout of joy for Jesus?
Didn’t he suffer and die for you and me?
The blood He shed, and His love shown
is more precious than an egg can ever be.
If you take the broken eggshell pieces and counted
each little part;
it should reflect the many times we caused pain to Jesus’s heart.
He came, He died, He rose again to save you and me;
On this day, let us give glory to God – not the “Easter Bunny.”
©2023 Laura M Benson