Every Sunday to me is Easter, <br />Don’t need it to roll around but once a year to see, <br />For I look forward to Christ’s Resurrection, <br />And what He gave on a cross at Calvary. <br /> <br />Don’t need to see the cross before me, <br />Or see the stone that was rolled aside. <br />For Christ lives within each of us, <br />If only we’d only allow Jesus to come inside. <br /> <br />To warm our hearts… to quench our thirst, <br />To bring us joy that no man could ever do. <br />To be all that He is and will ever be, <br />To shine His glorious love through and through! <br /> <br />So put on your best bib and tucker this Sunday, <br />And every Sunday thereafter and on, <br />For little Easter’s come each Sunday, <br />For all of God’s children everlasting to feast upon.<br /><br />Linda Winchell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/every-sunday-s-a-little-easter/
