Easter Morning

My grand father wrote this poem and i absolutely love it!

The c**k crowed twice
before dawn was drawn.
Jesus turned his head-
Peter's face grew long.

He remembered those words;
he had rejected them strong.
Now they rang true
and Peter was wrong.

his heart sunk low
for he had denied his Lord,
just hours before
as Jesus foretold.

Death came quickly
for Christ that day.
His legs not broken
in the usual way.

Blood gushed forth
from his side they pierced.
The sun stood still
as the Lord of Lords
was killed.

The Son of Man
died that day.
"He was the Son of God",
a guard was heard to say.

They took him down,
the cross now bare.
His body lay
in a tomb somewhere.

Only three days later
His body- wasn't - there.
Just three days later
and the grave - lay- bare.

The risen Lord
forever He will be!
The Triumphant King
throughout eternity.
             -William Thrasher jr.