He died to resurrect and born anew,
a deed that is not so easily wrought.
In audience of five hundred, not so few,
and even more were the lives he had bought.
Through toil and pain and sacrifice and love,
on the holy cross he laid all our sin.
On blessed day rained mercy from above,
and washed away were the crimes that had been.
So many years later we now celebrate
the great miracle of our savior's rise,
and child's need for shenanigans we sate
with chocolates and colored things for their eyes.
May memory of his rise never faint
through a bunny and eggs colored with paint.
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