Where on that hill of Calvary ages ago you were slain <br />You died there to quench man’s pain, <br />although still your bright light <br />shines down in every day and every dark night <br />some men still walk in sin <br />as they did by choice from the very begin. <br /> <br />Although the grave is empty and the stone rolled by <br />and You are the creator God, sitting in glory up high, <br />there You remember the savagery of man <br />the tears, agony and blood of your salvation plan, <br />the way you were crucified, the way you gave your life <br />and in sincerity still gives man a choice in this almost endless strive. <br /> <br />[Reference: Easter Hymn by A.E. Housman.]<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/easter-hymn-in-answer-to-a-e-housman/
