复活节的诗歌

2020-04-24诗歌

　　This day, was so special, when big chocoholics so little,

　　sang the jelly bean prayer from the basket of victory.

　　You may have heard, or never, of this for-surreal history;

　　So please do listen as I share this, ever real, bonny story.

　　There was a knock at the door, I wondered who could it be?

　　Was it the Easter Bunny with some scripture candy for me?

　　I looked through the window, and seen every precious hue.

　　All about the green grass was eggs scarlet, yellow, and blue.

　　The sun has beautifully risen from the wonderful east.

　　I felt so happy with the magic of life within released.

　　There was a flash, visual music, just past the red oak tree.

　　I seen his tall ears, marshmallow tail, then his quick feet.

　　He has to be from heaven, I do give him merit

　　He left us proof, he left us a half bitten carrot

　　And when I went to bed that warm spring night

　　Mother told me why the egg was the color white

　　I thanked my dear mother with kisses and laughter

　　I told her I loved my basket with the purple wrapper

　　She said, it was my fathers idea, Im his dear child

　　He said, its the meaning of life, to again give me a smile.

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　　This day, was so special, when big chocoholics so little,

　　sang the jelly bean prayer from the basket of victory.

　　You may have heard, or never, of this for-surreal history;

　　So please do listen as I share this, ever real, bonny story.

　　There was a knock at the door, I wondered who could it be?

　　Was it the Easter Bunny with some scripture candy for me?

　　I looked through the window, and seen every precious hue.

　　All about the green grass was eggs scarlet, yellow, and blue.

　　The sun has beautifully risen from the wonderful east.

　　I felt so happy with the magic of life within released.

　　There was a flash, visual music, just past the red oak tree.

　　I seen his tall ears, marshmallow tail, then his quick feet.

　　He has to be from heaven, I do give him merit

　　He left us proof, he left us a half bitten carrot

　　And when I went to bed that warm spring night

　　Mother told me why the egg was the color white

　　I thanked my dear mother with kisses and laughter

　　I told her I loved my basket with the purple wrapper

　　She said, it was my fathers idea, Im his dear child

　　He said, its the meaning of life, to again give me a smile.

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