Easter’s Day
1
a memory that weeps away
as the church bell rings
oh a beautiful priest,
she said,
"its time for our feast
of his ancient heart
with his flesh hands
holding out to touch him
his spirit
capture ur body
as u shook
and dance
oh he's in the air-
watching, smiling
as he never ever leave u in the dark
he's ur guiding light
our mighty son of God"
2
when he rose high from that rocky crave
he went into the heaven sky
waking on dazzling stars
Oh God gave him wings
a sunlight halo above his head
still there's crimson blood all over his skin
holes in his hands
scars upon his complexion and upon his bones
but the heart of his wholly ghost forever lives on-
copyright ©2006 kai croft
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