EASTER MONDAY

And so 'tis finished
All is quiet
His passion done;
Christ is risen
And man thanks God
 For His only Son.

Easter Monday,
Is He then forgotten?
Doubting Thomases who search again
To touch His flesh and wounds caress,
 When peace be with you is what He said.
And yet come Monday we still forget.

It's a day of quiet, a day of rest,
 A day to play and a day to bless,
 But even more a day of prayer,
Thank you God for Your risen Heir.

His death for us our life has won,
And may we through the years to come,
Remember well the price He paid
And dwell in peace, His promise made.

                              © Helen Catherine Cramer
                                                    Easter, 1984.

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