By Sylvia E Blakely
Yes Easter time is drawing near
It comes around but once a year.
Reminding us what God has done
In sending us His only Son.
One day they nailed Him to a tree
He bled and died for you and me.
He rose triumphant from the grave
That precious souls He might save.
He rose again, I know He lives
He died for me and I am His.
And still He calls from up above
May many know God’s gift of love.