A Father's Thoughts on Easter Sunday
When I was a boy I dreamt of Jesus
He handed me a chocolate cross; I refused
Now on this day of Resurrection
I ignore the peel of church bells calling the faithful and sinner alike
Instead I weep at the headstone that marks where you lay
Across the fields children run to and thro
Collecting Easter eggs in baskets
I wonder when I die
Would my faith be questioned as my soul begs entry into Heaven's Gate?
Will I be welcomed by the choirs, thrones, and principalities?
Will I feel God's warm embrace?
Would I face the crucible in the pits of hell?
Oh my child, my son look at what is been done to us