Three (an Easter eulogy)

Three men they hung up there;
Three men, with crosses to bear
Three dying, their pain for their wrongs,
One man, who didn’t belong

Three and thirty years all for this day
Three wise men, now a distance away
Three women weeping, in the crowds below
All of them the reason that I must go

Three nails they pierce in;
Three whips they crack;
Three throw the dice
And take the clothes off my back

Three days, the difference;
Three days, the plan;
Three days and the world
Will never be the same again

&

Three, the number of Easter eggs you will eat
Three is how many little bunnies you’ll meet
Three is really nothing much in this verse;
It means everything if you start from the first

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  Cheryl wrote @

http://readaboutalvin.livejournal.com/907.html

My friend wrote this for Easter too, completely uncollaborated! Kinda freaky, but very cool.


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