Happy easter day poems for kids. Poems about easter day. Easter day poetry.
Christ the Lord is risen to-day!
Angels rolled the stone away
From the tomb wherein He lay!
Little children, come and sing,
“Glory, glory to the King,
Christ the Lord of everything!”
Easter Is The Gift…
Easter is the gift of HOPE
Easter is the gift of PEACE
Easter is the gift of LOVE
Let us rejoice in Him,
Who gives them all.
May God bless you at Easter,
And keep you all year through.
May God give you all the faith it takes,
To make your dreams come true.
May His love and wisdom always help,
To guide you on your way.
May His light shine down upon you now,
To bless your Easter Day.
On Easter we celebrate love,
love coming down from heaven,
love blanketing the earth
in a transforming embrace;
unique and infinite love,
giving more than we can imagine
for us, to cleanse our sin,
a perfect sacrifice, Lamb of God,
the walking, talking Word.
He is teacher, role model, friend,
this God in human form,
dying, then rising from the dead,
proving all who believe
will also rise
to have eternal life, with Him,
Lord of all.
Oh, Happy, Happy Easter!
By Joanna Fuchs
By Kaitiyn Guentrter
Everywhere chocolate is hidden
So many children have to
Easter is a great time of year, so
Remember not to eat the chocolate at
Easter Acrostic Poem
E -aster is a great time of year
A – nd every child loves to eat chocolate
S – o make sure you don’t eat too much
T – ogether we can hide
E – aster eggs and find them
R – emember not to eat too much candy or you’ll get a belly ache!
Five Little Easter Eggs
Five little Easter eggs lovely colors wore,
Mommy ate the blue one, then there were four.
Four little Easter eggs, two and two you see.
Daddy ate the green one, then there were three
Three little Easter eggs, before I knew,
My sister ate the yellow one, then there were two.
Two little Easter eggs, oh, what fun!
My brother ate the purple one, then there was one.
One little Easter egg, see me run!
I ate the last one, and then there were none.
The Legend of the Dogwood Tree
When Christ was on earth,
The dogwood grew to a
Towering size with lovely hue.
Its branches were strong and interwoven
And for Christ’s cross
Its timbers were chosen.
Being distressed at the use of this wood,
Christ made a promise
Which still holds good:
“Not ever again shall the dogwood grow
To be large enough for such a tree,
And so slender and twisted
It shall always be with cross-shaped Blossoms for all to see.
The petals shall have bloodstains
Marked in brown and in the
Blossom’s center a thorny crown.
All who see it will think of Me,
Nailed to a cross from the dogwood tree.
Protected and cherished this tree shall be
A reflection to all of my agony.”