When I was younger,
I was told the story of a child.
A child born in a manger,
in hay and under the clouds.
I was told of the wise men –
who came bearing gifts.
Christmas is the season, a time to celebrate.
Now that I am older,
I know of Easter.
A time that brings the harsh realities
Of death to the forefront.
I know of the pains, the travails and
The hurts my saviour took for my sake.
I’m glad every day because
I remember the sacrifice of God.
To be born just to die
for a sinful soul like mine.
Would it be Easter or
would it be Christmas?
A question whose answer
I yet cannot tell.
I know we must celebrate the
Birth of Christ, saviour and friend
It is His will to see us glad and
Prospering as we remember his birth.
A time of love and generosity.
When we remember that a saviour had come.
But the death of Christ has many
Symbols we cannot just ignore.
The body was broken for our healing
The blood for our sins
The resurrection — a reassurance.
Oh, if I were to choose
Between Christmas or Easter, I would choose
A time that makes me reflect.
A time when my debts were paid in full.
I would choose Easter which reminds me
Of my saviour’s sacrifices.
I would choose a time when I am
Assured that because Christ’s body
Was broken, mine is quickened
That my ailments were paid for
By the strips of my saviour.
If I were to pick between Christmas and Easter
I would pick Easter. A time of reflection
A time I am reminded of how fickle I am
I would choose Easter, that makes me know
I am a beloved of God.
Oh, Easter, who took a precious one
One who cannot be replaced.
His blood, a ransom for my sinful self
Surely, I would choose Easter when my Lord was sold.
For pieces of corruptible coins.
Easter, though, is not as jolly as Christmas
Yet has a more powerful meaning
A time when my Lord said it is finished.
His blood, an atonement
To put me at-one-ment with God
I would choose Easter, that reminds me
Of my saviour’s unconditional love
Of my saviour and his triumph over death.
The resurrection, a gleaming Ray of hope.
Yes, it would be my choice.
At Easter, I know my pain is gone
At Easter, I know my cares are gone
At Easter, I know my fears are gone
All because my Lord said so in a phrase so true.
It is finished.
And so, as I look up to the sky,
Waiting on the day when Jesus comes
Just to take me to his father’s mansion
I will not forget Easter
The period he paid it all.
Easter over Christmas, my heart says.
Easter over Christmas, my soul screams
I would love the Lord until the day he comes
Because Easter keeps him alive
In me, with me and for me.
