The Day



The Day is good
and chaste and pure;
His spirit lives within us.
Old memories are made
new again;
conversation, sprinkled with laughter.

The past and future
become the present as
memories are shared,
and dreams are planned.
Family and friends are
gathered when time demands.

The Day is Resurrection Sunday;
the day our lives began.
We know the creator of the Universe,
Who will surely come again.

The Day is filled with sweets;
morsels of candy, and chocolate treats.
But His people know the true message
that is forever meant to be shared;
That Jesus is the Living Savior,
Who loved us enough,
His life He did give,
so that we eternally might live.

Eternally, The Day will be,
a miracle for all to see;
the body of Our Risen Lord,
does not lie
where all the rest are stored.

He brings the bright moving sun,
and sets it once again at dusk.
His body does not lie
Where moths and moisture does
cause rust.

I love The Day our Lord has made;
to sit and relax, in the shade.
I relish the beauty that He has given,
and my heart is hopeful in the fact
that He is Risen.

He is Risen.
Yes, indeed, He is Risen.
And death will never more remain,
untamed and unrivaled by the flame.

Because I know My Lord
is the same One God, The Great I Am,
Who gave His Life
for me and you
to live, eternally; fact that’s true .