Crowds stand by and wave and shout
Hosannas to the King.
Palm leaves wave and fan the air
As little children sing.
Soon he stands at Pilate's feet
Who views the man with dread.
Whipped and beaten, no avail
The people want him dead.
On his head is placed a crown -
twisted, stabbing, thorned.
People come to see this king
Be ridiculed and scorned.
On his back is placed the cross
Upon which he will die.
Through the Via Dolorosa
The man goes walking by.
Crowds have gathered just to see
The king of man be slain.
Cheering, as his mother cries,
Her son now filled with pain.
In three days the people find
A cold, dark, empty tomb.
He has risen! Praise to God!
He's put an end to gloom.
Easter comes to us each year
So we will long recall
A little babe from Bethlehem
Who died to save us all.
Easter Blessings
Copyright ©2000 Judith Regini
