real poem: Easter
by Lydia Rule, RTF Staff Writer
 
Is more than lillies
More than choir songs
More than outward dress
And crowds by the throng
 
It’s a cold filthy grave
That barren remains
It’s the rise of One
Who took away our stains
 
Easter is joyous news-
A pile of grave clothes
A stone out of place
Evidence that He rose

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