A broken cross lies in the grass
The blood stains bright and red
Three days ago a Prophet died
And in the tomb is dead
Three mourning women approach the place
In which the Man is laid
But when the tomb they closer come
The women grow afraid
Two angels standing in the tomb
Tell the women news
Jesus, the King is gone from here
Alive again, though bruised
A broken cross lies in the grass
It’s task is fully done
The Son of Man fulfilled His will
Salvation He has won
I love your poems. <3 This is a great Easter one.