A poetry assignment from 2012.
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Easter Traditions of Little Lasting Value?
Colorful baskets, bright new hair ribbons
Parade's and candy, how we tie so many bonds…
Looking at the outside, we see all the delights.
How we neglect to see the hidden frights.
Believing Easter and the Resurrection are one, and the same, we hold our head high.
Proclaiming we know best, how is it we cannot see, the devil's lie.
Easter bunnies and candies how they delight-
Baskets filled with many treasures, what a sight.
Chocolate caramel crème filled eggs, how pleasing to the palate.
Jellybeans sparkle in crystal candy dishes, laughing as we forget who opened Heaven's gate.
A bloody cross and empty tomb lies hauntingly waiting a remembrance, a promise.
How is it we accept the world, and Heaven dismiss?
Believing so many errors of doctrine, accepting the winds of ever shifting sand how deep is our pride.
Concerned that others may forget we have forgotten truly Easter was not our celebration to ride.
Our celebration is of more value, of more grace, of more magnificent delight, how is it we settle for trinkets?
Trinkets, of no lasting value, candied peeps, and melting chocolates
My dear come out of the tombs, walk away from the deceptive lies.
The tomb it is empty, the cross it was bloody it is true, but my dear have you not opened your eyes.
Listen carefully, listen close, the trinkets that bring so much fun, so much delight, to truth can never compare.
Open your eyes turn around search out the truths of Easter if you dare.
Holiday celebrations so often we celebrate the day, yet we have no idea of what we proclaim.
Proclaiming an error, mixing it with the empty tomb how we strengthen Satan's aim.
It is not Easter, my dear friend, we should celebrate, it is instead the final Pass Over, of the Lamb.
It is not Easter, my dear friend, but the Resurrection.
No, my dear, I have not set out to rain on your parade. 'Nor to hide your basket of trinkets, or steal your jellybeans.
If rattle your traditions I must, that you might come to truth, then I will by all means-
Easter bunnies hopping merrily down country lanes, carrying dyed eggs, laugh bursting with lies.
Tossing flowers of deceit, candies, hiding eggs, filling minds with deceptive traditions, propagandizing
lies-
Oh, my dear, how oft, I've wished to tell set you free, yet so tightly to Easter you hold.
Accepting propaganda, you believe me to be extreme, yet, if you will search, for truth lies will unfold.
Easter traditions so fun, so familiar, yet traditions of no lasting value, I wish my dear to extend to you an invitation.
An invitation, not to a wasted tradition-
An invitation, of lasting value, my dear if a "sunrise service" you must attend, remember not the rabbit.
Rabbits are sweet it is true; chocolate covered tastes great, however, to delve into truth takes grit.
Celebrate; happy traditions if you must, however, don't combine faulty traditions with our Lord.
A tradition based on error is of no lasting value, remember still you have a Sword.
Ignorance it is not bliss, look back and see what are you proclaiming, is it truly what you think.
Wolves, stealing sheepskins, oft leave a bitter link.
Look closely at the eyes, look carefully my dear, for the wolves abound.
Traditions we love, traditions we cherish, however it is by these we are bond-
Repent and turn away from things that make the Resurrection a trifling fling.
Repent my dear friend, of doctrinal error, or many will, never in Heaven sing.
(Easter Traditions of Little Lasting Value?
A poem to remind you to investigate the origins of what you celebrate, as it may not be exactly what you think.)
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