Easter Poems

A broad collection of Easter poems....

Blessed are those who see the true meaning of Easter

Updated 03-25-24




































There Is a Green Hill Far Away
Cecil Frances Alexander

There is a green hill far away, Beyond the city wall,
 Where the dear Lord was crucified, Who died to save us all.
We may not know, we can not tell, What pains he had to bear;
We believe it was for us He hung and suffered there.
 He died that we might be forgiven; He died to make us good,
 That we might go to heaven, Saved by His precious blood.
 There was no other good enough To pay the price of sin,
 He only could unlock the gate, Of heaven and let us in.
O dearly, dearly, He has loved, We must love Him too,
Trust in His redeeming blood, And try His works to do


All Creation Wept
by Melissa Range

And not just those disciples
whom he loved, and not just
his mother; for all creation

was his mother, if he shared
his cells with worms and ferns
and whales, silt and spiderweb,

with the very walls of his crypt.
Of all creation, only he slept,
the rest awake and rapt with grief

when love’s captain leapt
onto the cross, into an abyss
the weather hadn’t dreamt.

Hero mine the beloved,
cried snowflakes, cried the moons
of unknown planets, cried the thorns

in his garland, the nails bashed
through his bones, the spikes of dry grass


Celebrate Our Savior
By Joanna Fuchs

On Easter morn, we celebrate our Savior;
Whatever people seek in Him, they find.
In history, there has never been another
So holy, sacrificial, good and kind.

His resurrection makes us all immortal;
In heaven, we’ll be together with our King.
Eternally we’ll share in all His blessings;
Happy Easter! Jesus Christ is everything


Easter Joy
By Joanna Fuchs

Jesus came to earth,
To show us how to live,
How to put others first,
How to love and how to give.

Then He set about His work,
That God sent Him to do;
He took our punishment on Himself;
He made us clean and new.

He could have saved Himself,
Calling angels from above,
But He chose to pay our price for sin;
He paid it out of love.

Our Lord died on Good Friday,
But the cross did not destroy
His resurrection on Easter morn
That fills our hearts with joy.

Now we know our earthly death,
Like His, is just a rest.
We'll be forever with Him
In heaven, where life is best.

So we live our lives for Jesus,
Think of Him in all we do.
Thank you Savior; Thank you Lord.
Help us love like you


Without Easter
By Joanna Fuchs

Without Easter,
there would be no hope of heaven.
Without the hope of heaven,
there would be no repentance,
no personal transformation,
no attempt to follow biblical principles.
Without Easter,
the world would be in chaos
and darkness.
Jesus’ death and resurrection
means we can be reborn,
to live better, to do better,
to shine light into the shadows.
Happy, Happy Easter


The Crucifixion
by Fran Peck

I laughed and mocked as He walked that day,
up a hill to redeem my soul.
I joined the crowd to spit and jeer,
and I watched His sorrow grow.
I drove every nail deep in His hands
with every sin in my heart.
My rebellion shoved the thorns in His head,
and my strife tore His robe apart.
I used my hatred to give Him a bitter drink,
and I glared down on Him with pride.
I thought of past disappointments,
and with my anger, I pierced His side.
I denied His power and ignored His worth
and stood waiting for His life to end.
I watched the last drop of His blood fall,
not knowing my grief would begin.
I looked around to find His accusers,
but no one was there but me.
I looked at my hands; they were stained with blood,
and then I began to see.
Conviction slowly entered my heart,
and I dropped all my weapons of choice:
the pride, the anger, the hatred, the lust,
and then I heard His voice.
"Forgive her Father, I died for her.
I paid the price for her soul,
I bore her sickness and all of her pain,
and now I have made her whole."
He looked down on me with loving eyes.
He saw my present, my future, my past.
He knew I needed a Savior,
and my soul had found Him at last.
I looked around to find His accusers,
but no one was there but me


by Estela Canama

Let every heart be filled with joy,
A joy of thankfulness to our Savior and King!
He is victorious over sin and death.
He conquered death to give us a new life.

A life blossoms through His unending love.
It is for a cause and without condition
The love that brings healing and reconciliation,
A pure love that creates in us real peace.

Peace that springs from his sacred heart,
A heart that bleeds for our affliction.
It is full of mercy and compassion,
A heart wounded for our sins and vainglory.

Rejoice! Jesus is truly risen from the dead
For us to live once again,
To live without blemish of pride,
And live a life unselfishly for others in need


Freedom In The Cross
by Olivia Lakis

There's something that occurred
on that evening at Calvary
that created such a lavish stir
in all of history.

Upon that old rugged cross
our Savior bared it all
and offered himself a sacrifice
to overspread humanity's fall.

The sacred blood that was spilled
wiped clean the sinner's slate.
Christ paid the price for everyone
and carried our weight.

A willing heart endured the pain,
and purpose paved His way.
He opened the eyes of every man
To whom He came to save.

Though the tragedy of that day
will be mourned by those around,
our joy is found three days later
when He arose from the very ground.

And through that selfless act of love,
we were given new life in Him,
set loose from our bondages
to experience true freedom within


Easter Day
by Christina Rossetti

Am I a stone, and not a sheep,
That I can stand, O Christ, beneath thy cross,
To number drop by drop Thy Blood's slow loss,
And yet not weep?

Not so those women loved
Who with exceeding grief lamented Thee;
Not so fallen Peter weeping bitterly;
Not so the thief was moved;

Not so the Sun and Moon
Which hid their faces in a starless sky,
A horror of great darkness at broad noon--
I, only I.

Yet give not o'er,
But seek Thy sheep, true Shepherd of the flock;
Greater than Moses, turn and look once more
And smite a rock


The Answer is the Empty Tomb
by Kevin Smead

My heart is full of worry
And my mind with anxious care
The answer is the empty tomb
His body is not there

My soul is filled with fear and shame
My life is filled with dread
The answer is the empty tomb
Christ risen from the dead

The world is full of sorrows
All the cities full of woe
The answer is the empty tomb
The whole world needs to know

The youth are filled with unbelief
The schools are filled with doubt
The answer is the empty tomb
The Savior made it out

No matter what you’re facing
No matter how it feels
The answer is the empty tomb
A risen Lord that heals


Christ is Risen
by Kevin Smead

Jesus paid the price for sin,
He died for us and rose again.
He made in death for death a cure"
In Christ our victory is sure.
No longer souls need be enslaved;
All who believe in Him are saved.

Christ has risen from the dead;
He is the church’s vital head.
We live because he lives in us;
He is the source - in Him we trust.
We have new hope, we have new joy;
We have so much death can’t destroy.

New life into this world infuse:
Christ has risen" spread the news.
Christ lives on" He is at large
To bless the humble free of charge.
Call souls out of their unbelief:
“Come to the Savior for relief.”

Christ is the first-fruits of the grave;
The way for all the saints He paved.
Like Him to glory we shall rise;
And, risen, meet him in the skies.
By every race and tribe adored,
O’er death and hell Christ is the Lord


Love's Endeavor
by Rob Dilworth

Each piercing blow the hammer made
Reverberated terror.
His only son had been betrayed.
They'd made a fatal error.

Each drop of blood, so precious, shed;
Like tears of crushing sorrow,
Was filling me with horrid dread.
How could I face tomorrow?

He strained to take each painful breath.
I prayed his pain was ending.
Please help him find relief in death,
A certain course impending.

I heard him cry, "My God! My God!
Oh, why have you forsaken?"
I felt a shameful guilt, so odd;
My very soul was shaken.

The sun had lost the will to shine.
With strength almost diminished;
He spoke these words with voice divine,
A final, "It is finished."

The author of creation died
And all creation trembled.
It seemed the earth in sorrow, sighed
Against the crowd assembled.

As death received his only Son
The chains of death were broken,
For everything their hate had done
Was just what God had spoken.

The grave held glory from above
Until the time appointed,
But evil couldn't stop the love
Of God's one true anointed.

There must have been a mighty fuss
For death was left to cower.
Lord Jesus Christ returned to us
By resurrection's power.

You see, this all was in his plan
To change the world forever.
The endless gulf from God to man
Was spanned by love's endeavor


Hallelujah! Christ Arose!
by Margaret Cagle

Furry bunnies and Easter eggs
Are for children to have fun,
But will they hear the story
Of God's holy resurrected Son?

Baskets and chocolate bunnies
May also enter the Easter scenes,
But let's make sure the children
Know what Easter really means.

Christ Jesus died for our sins,
But that's not the end of the story.
He arose from the dead and the grave
Before He soon went back to Glory.

The Easter season is a good time
To let Jesus' light shine through.
Tell others that He died for us,
And that He was resurrected too.

Yes, the Savior died for everyone.
This is what I have already said,
But praise God! And hallelujah!
He also rose up from the dead!

May God bless us all at Easter.
It is a happy time of the year,
When we celebrate the Resurrection
Of our precious Savior so dear


Lead Me To The Cross
by Janet Martin

Across the darkened plains of woe
A Voice rings, "God, forgive
What they do, how can they know?"
Because He died, I live

The hand that touched and healed the weak
Is pierced with cruel nail
Yet love pours from each word He speaks
"Oh, Father, not my will"

The arms that drew the children near
Are spread in agony
And from his eyes flow holy tears
As Jesus dies for me

Here is the perfect Son of God
Beneath man's heartless blows
As earth receives redemption's flood
In colors of the rose

And as the scarlet blood-drops fall
The seed of hope is born
Amazing grace for one and all
From limbs so bruised and torn

Lead me to the blood-stained cross
Pour out my sin and pride
All that I give is counted loss
As I see him who died

Lead me to the arms of love
Where freely He forgives
And seals my place in Heaven above
Because He died, I live!


No Other Way
by Tom Chapman

What can describe those awful final hours
Which Christ endured when His humanity
Was burdened with the stark reality
Of that great death which rightfully was ours?
Where martyrs have God’s presence in their trial
Sustaining them in such a time of need,
Christ bore the wrath of God that He might plead
For us whose sinful nature is so vile.
His humanness would seek another way;
His godliness submitted to God’s will,
Then ancient prophecy He would fulfil
And triumph over death on that great day.
There was no other way to pay that debt;
In Christ alone our greatest needs are met


When I See a Cross
by Anita Anderson

On a hill far away
Stood a cross we are told.
It was there my dear Lord
Paid a price for my soul.
And when I see a cross
I see suffering and shame
I see mercy and grace
As He took the blame.

In a hillside nearby
Was a tomb not His own.
It was there where they laid
His still body alone.
And when I see a cross
I see anguish and pain
I see pardon and love
But He died not in vain.

With the stone rolled away
An angelic voice said,
"Take a look there inside,
He is no longer dead."
And when I see a cross
I see one last breath
I see victory and joy
As my Lord conquered death


Lord, How Marvelous You Are!
by Sylvia Wilson

How Great, and Marvelous Lord You are,
God and Father, of all the Heavens and the Earth

Lord I put all my trust, in Your Holy and Precious Hands
Giving Praise, for Your Holy Conception and Your birth

As you walked in the flesh, on the earth as a man
You gave Love, so unselfishly and so divine

All our transgressions, You did bare,
On the cross because You cared!
I will worship and I will praise You for all time


Three crosses
by David Norman

Not one,not two,but three
Nailed to a cross and nowhere to flee

One in denial and two come to do their part
One to save the world and one with a repentant heart

Three crosses to erase our sinful history
Three crosses designed to glorify the holy trinity 

One blood to cleanse all mankind
One sacrifice to unify the spiritually blind

One death reversed by our Father above
One everlasting Savior in the name of agape love

One hope for a world to Believe in holy dependence
One hope to honor God with deep eternal reverence


 by Edmund Spenser

MOST glorious Lord of Lyfe! that, on this day,
Didst make Thy triumph over death and sin;
And, having harrowd hell, didst bring away
Captivity thence captive, us to win:
This joyous day, deare Lord, with joy begin;
And grant that we, for whom thou diddest dye,
Being with Thy deare blood clene washt from sin,
May live for ever in felicity!

And that Thy love we weighing worthily,
May likewise love Thee for the same againe;
And for Thy sake, that all lyke deare didst buy,
With love may one another entertayne!
So let us love, deare Love, lyke as we ought,
--Love is the lesson which the Lord us taught


Thank You Jesus
by Sheiresa McRae

Thank you Jesus, for loving me,
You died on the cross, and set me free.
They buried you, and went away,
But you rose again on the third day.
Very soon you will come again,
And I will live with you in heaven.
Thank you for dying on Calvary.
Thank you Jesus, for loving me


An Easter Prayer
by Helen Steiner Rice

God, give us eyes to see
the beauty of the Spring,
And to behold Your majesty
in every living thing.

And may we see in lacy leaves
and every budding flower
The Hand that rules the universe
with gentleness and power.

And may this Easter grandeur
that Spring lavishly imparts
Awaken faded flowers of faith
Luing dormant in our hearts.

And give us ears to hear, dear God
the Springtime song of birds
With messages more meaningful
than man's often empty words.

Telling harried human beings
who are lost in dark despair
'Be like us and do not worry
for God has you in his care.


An Easter Flower Gift
by John Greenleaf Whittier

O dearest bloom the seasons know,
Flowers of the Resurrection blow,
Our hope and faith restore;
And through the bitterness of death
And loss and sorrow, breathe and breath
Of life forevermore!

The thought of Love Immortal blends
With fond rememberances of friends;
In you, O sacred flowers,
By human love made doubly sweet,
The heavenly and the earthly meet,
The heart of Christ is ours


What Greater Love Than This?

 by Susan Noyes Anderson

In ancient times Christ walked upon the earth
as Son of God, a man of flesh and bone.
Some loved Him from the moment of His birth.
Some came to love Him after He was grown.

Too many loved Him not and wished Him ill,
their recognition swept away by pride.
With hardened hearts, inured to Father’s will,
they cast His holy Messenger aside.

A heretic they called Him and a fraud,
impugning Him by cunning word and deed.
But snares of man stand useless before God.
Whatever gains were made, Christ chose to cede.

For He had come to earth a debt to pay,
and evil set in motion His great plan.
On Calvary, He gave His life away
to seal the immortality of man.

His gift to all was Resurrection Day.
The sinner and the saint would rise again!
Christ burst the tomb; the stone was rolled away.
Death lost its sting; the grave would yield all men.

The price was paid and sweet redemption won.
But Christ’s atonement offered even more:
to dwell in Father’s presence through His Son,
who marked the way and opened wide the door.

What greater love than this eternal life?
Our Savior bled and died to call us friend.
His are the arms that carry us through strife.
His is the grace that brings us home again


What Will We Give?

 by Susan Noyes Anderson

The Savior in Gethsemane
consumed our sins on bended knee,
took every sorrow, every loss
and broke them on the rough-hewn cross.

Christ sealed His gift in grief and pain,
renewed each heart in sacred rain
of Living Water, lifeblood spilled.
The ransom, paid. The law, fulfilled.

His temples pierced by thorny crown,
he laid His tortured body down.
The sacred flesh, abused and torn,
roused heaven and earth to weep, to mourn.

The tomb received Him as her own;
disciples wavered, left alone,
forgetting promises profound:
The ties of death would be unbound.

For Christ the Lord atoned for all;
no grave could hold Him, nor forestall
the blessings of eternity.
He lived! He lives! to set men free.

A Brother gave Himself in love.
The risen Lord now waits above.
What will we give? May our lives be
reflections of His charity


Christ in the Wilderness
 by Susan Noyes Anderson

Larger than life am I, thy Lord, and yet
I too must wander in the wilderness,
must wield the crushing weight of man’s distress,
must cleanse the fallen earth in blood and sweat.
Until my vow to save and bless is met,
such godly power in me I do repress
as would escape the pain and wretchedness
that summon me to pay my brother’s debt.
There is no gentler sacrifice for me;
of my own will, I drink the bitter cup.
For I must conquer death to set men free,
that all the world, through me, be lifted up.
My life I lay down gladly to this end
and hope that every soul might call me Friend


Easter: The Spring of Hope
Written by Susan Noyes Anderson

Come, celebrate the joys of spring,
bright days of reawakening,
when spirits rise from winter long
to soar on wings of sweet birdsong.

The season is awash in light––
blue skies enhanced by clouds of white
and colors flung across rich earth
to flood the world with signs of birth.

As daffodils wake from their nest,
a feathered mother builds her nest.
The ebb of life renews again
from sunlit field to wooded glen.

What better time to set our hearts
on gifts and blessings God imparts––
the greatest of them Jesus Christ,
who saved us with His sacrifice.

May every thought be turned to Him
in whom our hope need never dim,
and may His swift, surpassing peace
grant every wayward soul release


Sing Sweet the Song
 by Susan Noyes Anderson

Humble yourself as a little child
and crawl into the nest.

With barren head and unshod feet
draw peace into your breast.

Come reverently, and shed your burden
like a pair of shoes.

Leave sin and sorrow to the One
who nurtures and renews.

Bow deeply, then arise on wings
of grace and glory born.

Remember Him. Sing sweet the song
of Resurrection Morn


Easter Resurrection
by Judy Crowe

The narrow road twisted and turned
As He shouldered the heavy load.
Out of the mob, compassion came
And the burden was lifted, I'm told.
The stones jabbed and tore at his feet
As He tread the rocky, hot dusty road.
And the people jeered and prodded Him
As a life for some silver had been sold.

There were three crude wooden crosses
That lay upon the bleak, darkened hill.
Three men were led through the throng,
The air around them became eerie and still.

Because He was chosen to be the sacrifice
And was to die on a crudely carved tree,
His Father above had to sadly turn His back
And allow His precious Son to die cruelly.

There was a tomb awaiting the Son of God.
A huge stone was placed to seal His body inside.
No way could any enter there to take Him away.
Yet, when the women saw the empty tomb, they cried.

They saw the angel standing there as he spoke,
"Do not worry over the empty borrowed tomb,
For God had made a promise which now is kept.
The Lord Himself, is risen, thus the empty tomb


Was His Body Stolen
by Judy Crowe

Two women came to anoint Him there,
When their eyes beheld the empty tomb,
They cried, "They have stolen Him!"
They saw the covering in the empty room.
Their voices wailed, their comfort wrought,
They did not see the angel sitting there.
Their faith had waned, the promise forgotten,
His resurrection came; thus the grave was bare.

"But wait," they heard the voice and then
They turned to see the angel standing near.
They were afraid and cried out the awful dread.
"Did you see them take my Lord from here?"

"But wait," the angel said once more. "Listen."
The women cried, "You don't understand."
"Oh, but I do, it's you who do not comprehend."
"The Lord is risen, the Son of God and Son of Man."

Then comfort came; their faith was regained.
Their tears turned to joy as they were told.
They ran to tell the wonderful news abroad,
The Lord had risen, He, the grave could not hold.

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