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Happy Easter (ฅ^･ω･^ ฅ)♡
The very first Easter taught us this:
that life never ends and
love never dies.
– Kate McGahan
On this beautiful Easter Sunday
let us share love and light with everyone.
Happy Easter!
~NBC (ฅ^･ω･^ ฅ)♡
Blessed Easter ／(=∵=)＼
“Do not abandon yourselves to despair.
We are the Easter people and
hallelujah is our song.”
– Pope John Paul II
♡ Happy Easter ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)
“Our Lord has written the promise of resurrection,
not in books alone,
but in every leaf in springtime.”
― Martin Luther
Beautiful Easter Poem – Charmaine Chircop
On the day our eyes open to the prism of the sun;
On that day, winter solitude would be gone;
The avalanche of differences melts into nothingness;
Through the same breath, through the same soul;
We would live again as one, no matter who we are;
No matter the colour of our skin, gay or straight,
rich, or poor, innocent or once found guilty.
No matter if we are lawyers, prisoners, doctors or peasants;
No matter our political beliefs, nor our different religions;
A Catholic, a Muslim, a Buddhist , a Hindu or a Jew.
On that day, we would all wear identical dresses;
We would all be the significant other, because He has died,
and He has died for all. Jesus died for Peter, John and Judah,
for Lazarus and Maria, Magdalene, Jesus died for me,
He has died for you, for him, for her and even for them.
He gave up till the last drop of blood and painful cry,
for each and every name engraved upon our Father’s palm.
He was born to die,but it’s not his death that we celebrate,
We celebrate His life, because we believe in life
We celebrate His forgivness, because we experienced
the beauty of forgiveness, the happiness, the return of blissful joy.
and we celebrate the ever present love;
Because it is the gift of love that He bestowed on us.
Jesus was born to die, but He was born to rise
Upon death He has risen, through His death we survived;
Because of Him, in the darkness, in the labyrinth of our night;
There will always,always be the little flicker of a candle,
that fills our hearts with hope, and warming light.
Walk the Talk – Louis Gander
Love is a tough word for men made of steel.
Some cannot say it – despite how they feel.
And way down inside, you’ll find at the core,
that few can love higher than dog fleas soar.
Some cannot say it – despite how they feel.
And way down inside, you’ll find at the core,
that few can love higher than dog fleas soar.
Some utter their love in flowers and smiles.
There are many words and so many styles.
Some share their feelings with tears in one eye,
while others share thoughts in endless supply.
There are many words and so many styles.
Some share their feelings with tears in one eye,
while others share thoughts in endless supply.
Talk is so shallow – it’s easier said,
than walking the talk, and ‘doing’ instead.
When we are confronted with our simple trials,
do we drag our cross and for how many miles?
than walking the talk, and ‘doing’ instead.
When we are confronted with our simple trials,
do we drag our cross and for how many miles?
A cross is a menace that scoffs in our ear.
We wish every time it would just disappear;
but if our love’s real – and fills us inside,
A cross surely conquers when we are denied.
We wish every time it would just disappear;
but if our love’s real – and fills us inside,
A cross surely conquers when we are denied.
For there was a Man that lived long ago,
who gave so much more – than we’ll ever know.
He shared with the children, women and men,
and taught us all how – to love once again
There wasn’t a record of “fanciful” talk,
but rather, instead, of unselfish walk.
While prayers were sincere to His Father above,
mere words didn’t finish His dutiful love.
but rather, instead, of unselfish walk.
While prayers were sincere to His Father above,
mere words didn’t finish His dutiful love.
He spoke not a word – defending His own,
and faithfully walked each step all alone.
We cannot imagine the pain He endured,
and from the soldiers, the scoffing He heard.
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and faithfully walked each step all alone.
We cannot imagine the pain He endured,
and from the soldiers, the scoffing He heard.
Mere words had been spoken and all had seemed lost,
but actions spoke louder than two timbers crossed.
For love did not lose to the cross in that war –
-because Jesus yet lives and that cross is no more.
but actions spoke louder than two timbers crossed.
For love did not lose to the cross in that war –
-because Jesus yet lives and that cross is no more.
– Louis Gander
Happiness is …
…cute Easter bunnies.
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