Good Friday

I spied the Easter bunny
With a cheeky glint in eye
Foraging in the undergrowth
For Easter eggs to spy
And dressed in Easter bonnet
His Mrs stood nearby
To carry all the chocolate
To their warren near the sky

For on the far horizon
Their babies waited in
With fingers crossed and tails all bobbed
Saliva on their chin
From the thought of many Easter eggs
With sassy toothy grin
Their favourite time of year by far
As Easter could begin

And on a nest not far away
A golden hen did roost
With thoughts of other sorts of Eggs
So precious she deduced
For her eggs were all made of gold
By feelings she induced
With special ores of golden drops
That she alone produced

But nearby on that hillside
A knocking sound was heard
Of hammer onto silver nails
A sound that was absurd
A sound that froze the blood of those
Who saw the gallows bird
A man whose flawless life now hung
By virtue of his word

The word that brought new life to those
Who listened; understood
A word of faith and hope and love
Now nailed upon crossed wood
Where all the sins from all the world
Were in one act, withstood
By sacrificing innocence
And all that stands for good!

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