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.