Easter Poem/Spoken Word‏ by Mark Johnston

 Crowds in adoration 

Cheered Jesus' name in celebration 

Were Now watching his humiliation 

So much can change in one week 

A future so bright was now so bleak 

In front of Pilate he wouldn't even speak 

By his own people hated 

He stood quietly and waited 

The people were going insane 

But they weren't calling his name 

They wanted Barabbas released for his chains

What on earth was going on in their brains

But Jesus was willing to take the strain and the pain 

For you and me 

He gladly watched Barabbas walk free 

In silence he showed complete humility 

Pilate felt so guilty 

That accepted no responsibility 

He lived a life that was mistake free 

And it had been anything but easy 

He took every temptation that I could ever foresee 

He took agony

So that I could have mercy 

Not once did he sin 

Or ever give in 

The punishment he withstood 

For hours on that piece of wood 

I have never understood 

And I never will or ever could 

Because that is my rightful place 

My sin makes me a disgrace 

But We can rejoice in His grace 

Even though We are filthy 

He tells Us we are not guilty 

I can't even begin to count the cost 

That was on that cross 

When he died it must have seemed like all hope was lost

But just imagine the look in the soldiers eyes 

As they see the Son of God rise

Or Imagine the surprise 

when the disciples heard Jesus is alive 

Even with a nails in his hands 

Things were exactly as he planned 

Jesus goes to war sword in sheath 

Shows His righteous dying beside a thief 

Taking our pain and grief 

All to give us relief 

And our sin is where is his body lay 

In that tomb is where our sin will stay 

Easter isn't just about Friday 

it's about Sunday 

We can rejoice because one day 

We are gonna be a place far away 

Above this fray 

No more pain or strife 

Because this is true life 

This true relationship 

this is true love 

To give it all to the God who is above 

All he asks is for complete surrender

 nothing this world offers is even a contender 

We may be vulnerable but God is our defender  

So Easter is the time of celebration 

When we remember the vibration 

That shook a dark nation 

The earthquake as the ground began to shake 

Because the Son of God was dead but now the Son of God is awake