An Easter Ballade

An Easter Ballade

Resilient as seasoned hardwood
Defeat never in his regal plan
Never one to sit and brood
Always first to take a stand
A man to lend a helping hand
A friend to those in dire need
A leader of this human clan
Destined on a cross to bleed

His fate bound to moral good
Nothing like an ordinary man-
He died upon a wooden rood,
Was interred in a cave of sand
Arose again as God had planned
And suffered for our sins and deeds
A martyr in a decadent land
Destined on a cross to bleed

Enduring pain as best he could
Rusty nails pierced his hands,
Body gaunt from lack of food
Dying was the Son of Man
His blood dripping upon the sand
Defying all the roman creeds
And flames of hatred that they fanned
Destined on a cross to bleed

Everlasting life God’s plan
Jesus’ sacrifice our need
Our lives are in his loving hands
Destined on a cross to bleed