The Second Book of Inspirational Poetry byIrene Beales
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Easter the time of thanksgiving
For the Saviour - who died on the cross,
His precious blood shed - that we
Could be cleansed from all sin and dross.
Oh the shame and suffering
Which led to that 'hour',
The crowd - who so recently had seen miracles unfold -
Now - they were shouting - vying for power.
Power to set a murderer free
And condemn an innocent man -
To a cruel death on a Tree.
So quiet Jesus stood - murmured never a word -
He knew He must die - in order that we could be free.
So thankful am I - for His saving grace -
And for His promise in Eternal life
To prepare me a place.
In humbleness I kneel to say -
But for the grace of God -
I too - would be with the angry mob.