On EasterSunday, I Tried to Follow the Footsteps of a King..

When I woke up on Easter morn,
I remembered that long ago, a King was born.
I went to my garden and watched the dawn,
Bloom and flower on Easter morn.

When I woke up on Easter morn,
I remembered how Christ was crowned with thorns.
I stood in my garden and heard the birds sing,
But saw red drops drip down the head of my King.

When I woke up on Easter morn,
I remember how He, His own cross had borne,
I went to my garden sad and forlorn,
But a lone breeze cried, "Rejoice on this Easter morn!"

Our King is not a man of power,
But a gentle man, whose stature towers.
Holy and kind, so I'm told,
Who comes to man to save his soul.

When I woke up on Easter morn.
I remembered that long ago, a King was born.
I went to my garden to watch the dawn,
And faith bloomed in my heart on Easter morn!

* Piggy back poem (I saw three ships)