Jesus departed from our sight
that he might return
to our heart.
He departed,
and behold,
he is here.
White, plain eggs. Like our life, without Jesus.
Brightly dyed with beauty. Like our life with Jesus.
Hidden in tall grass, behind lanky trees, under dense bushes, behind a rock. To find.
And find they do, with shouts of glee.
Hope restored in tiny hearts as an egg is finally found.
Jesus, hidden away in a tomb, behind a rock--grieved for dead--returned to life and heaven on the third day.
The disciples weeping with joy at seeing Jesus--again! Hope restored as they realize that Jesus is not dead--at all!
May all your Easter adventures find yourselves in awe of the ultimate gift: eternal life.The disciples weeping with joy at seeing Jesus--again! Hope restored as they realize that Jesus is not dead--at all!
He was betrayed.
Condemned.
Mocked.
Flogged.
Crucified.
Raised back to life.
For you, for me.
1 comment:
I loved this post btw, very poetic and deep. And fun! For some reason I didn't get it together this year to dye eggs. Looks like you guys did it up right!
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