Christmas is fun with gifts and the tree
But it is not the special day for me.
I like Easter for a special reason;
It is my very favorite season.

As the sun comes up on Easter morn,
I think of the empty tomb at dawn.
I feel the thrill as the stone moves away
From the empty tomb at the break of day.

We know not when the babe was born,
We only call it Christmas morn.
So that special day is our own choosing
And the special meaning we are losing.

But My Lord was killed for all my sin,
Was buried and then He rose again.
A child can be delivered at any time
But He arose! that Savior of mine.

He returned! That is why I say,
Easter is my special day.
He came back once, after all that pain,
On Easter morn. He could do it again!