Easter Poems

Written by Elizabeth Thomas


Imagine how she must have felt

As her son was crucified

A mother’s love went out to him

As he suffered, and he died

A mother should not have to watch

While her son is put to death

But she waited, tried to comfort him

As he took his final breath.

Imagine how they must have felt

As they stood before the cross

A teacher, friend, companion

His death would be a loss

They’d listened to his teachings

The words he spoke rang true

But how could they continue

When they were such a few?

Imagine how he must have felt

When the thorns did pierce his skin

The agony he must endure

To free mankind from sin

Beaten, bloodied, broken

His body racked with pain

From death he’ll rise in glory

And for eternity he’ll reign

Imagine how they must have felt

The stone was rolled away!

There in the tomb just funeral bands

Where once his body lay

Imagine their bewilderment

Imagine their surprise

He was risen, he was standing there

Right before their eyes.

Imagine how he now must feel

As he looks on us with pride

As we worship, and remember

That it was for us he died

From his brutal crucifixion to his resurrection glory

We know that life’s eternal

From this wonderous Easter story


Each of us must bear a cross

As we journey on life’s road

Sometimes we struggle with the weight

So heavy is the load

It’s made of all the lessons

That each of us must learn

All the troubles, all the problems

Every worry or concern

But it seemed to me that others have 

A cross they bear with ease

While mine’s so tired and heavy

So I’ll choose another please

I’d like a cross of roses’ red,

I’m sure I’ll suit it well

With the beauty of the flowers

And that oh so fragrant smell

So delicate on the outside

But those evil thorns within

Were so cruel and sharp and piercing

As they scratched and tore my skin

So I’ll try a cross of precious gems

Emeralds and diamonds bright

I think this one’s the one for me

As I’ll sparkle in the light

But the jewels they were so radiant

That no one looked to see

The beauty of a loving heart

Or the person that was me

So now I have a shabby cross

It’s worn, but it looks fine

It’s comfortable and fits so well

And that’s because it’s mine.