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Easter Poems and Prayers

Easter celebration is incomplete without Easter poems and prayers. Easter poems and prayers are used to sing in the churches during the mass on the Easter day and devote these poems and prayers to lord Jesus. People sing these poems and prayers with great devotion and take the blessings from the priest. Most of the people sing these poems and prayers early in the morning and in the evening time by holding candles in the hand to depict Easter pride in them.

On the Easter day before raising their toast people gather together and say the poems and prayers and begin the party to bring luck in their life. On the Easter day people organize competitions on poems and prayers and give prizes for the best one. You can even use these poems while decorating an invitation cards for Easter party to get into festive mood. You can go through the poems and prayers that are displayed below and choose the best out of them to win the heart of the people:


As Easter breathes hope for a joyous tomorrow
E’en out of the depths of despair,
So may this day banish from you every sorrow
And make you feel free as the air.

While hearing grand anthems that swell to the sky,
And breathing sweet lilies’ perfume,
May you feel assured that your soul will not die
As life does not end in the tomb.

….. Winifred Sackville Stoner, Jr.


“What is the real good?”
I asked in musing mood.

Order, said the law court;
Knowledge, said the school;
Truth, said the wise man;
Pleasure, said the fool;
Love, said the maiden;
Beauty, said the page;
Freedom, said the dreamer;
Home, said the sage;
Fame, said the soldier;
Equity, said the seer;

Spake my heart full sadly:
“The answer is not here.”

Then within my bosom
Softly this I heard:
“Each heart holds the secret:
Kindness is the word.”



As i went to bed
fluffing pillows up just right,
all at peace around me;
i was safe here through the night.

The ticking of the bedside clock
would sing me to my sleep,
as i prayed, drowsily,
and my soul to keep.

As sleep began to overtake me,
visions began to fill my mind;
not peaceful restful ones
and, then, rest i could not find.

Scenes of soldiers
in their battle wear,
peace was not their blessing.
No rest or peace was there.

No restful slumber for them,
alert they must remain, you see;
listening through the weary night,
to hear what they could not see.

As peace and rest were taken,
my mind could not retreat;
as the brave young warriors
prepared for the enemy they would meet.

As my heart was stirred to pray,
i could see, even more,
how they dug shallow graves in the sand;
beside their tanks of war.

Sleep was in little snips,
never really rest.
Honor, for this mighty nation,
had them to the test.

In pictures, i had seen that day ~
how they dug each their shallow grave;
to sleep but never really rest.
Dear lord, cover them and keep them safe.

Send the mighty angels
from your throne, above.
Surround them with your mercy
and keep them by your love.

“oh, god,” i cried,
“why must this be so?
No disrespect, my lord,
but i really want to know.

Each young soldier, lord,
is some mother’s precious son.
Here, his rest is not easy
until the battle’s won.

Some, before the day is done,
will, in a real grave, sleep;
not time to pray a prayer
like ‘and my soul to keep’.

There, amid the much and mire,
take what respite that they can.
God bless them and keep them safe,
every single soldier, woman or man.

Maybe there is no rest for me, tonight.
But, lord, that’s just fine with me.
Why should i sleep in peaceful slumber
’til they come home safe and free?

I’ll rest a little better, lord,
when i know they can, too.
I place them in your hands, my lord.
I surrender them all to you.

Take them under your wings,
dear lord (i seek for them in prayer),
as in shallow holes they rest
until it’s over, over there.

……Sandra Griffin


Break the box and shed the nard;
Stop not now to count the cost;
Hither bring pearl, opal, sard;
Reck not what the poor have lost;
Upon Christ throw all away:
Know ye, this is Easter Day.

Build His church and deck His shrine;
Empty though it be on earth;
Ye have kept your choicest wine-
Let it flow for heavenly mirth;
Pluck the harp and breathe the horn:
Know ye not ’tis Easter mom?

Gather gladness from the skies;
Take a lesson from the ground;
Flowers do hope their heavenward eyes
And a Spring-time joy have found;
Earth throws Winter’s robes away,
Decks herself for Easter Day.
Beauty now for ashes wear,
Perfumes for the garb of woe.
Chaplets for dishevelled hair,
Dances for sad footsteps slow;
Open wide your hearts that they
Let in joy this Easter Day.

Seek God’s house in happy throng;
Crowded let His table be;
Mingle praises, prayer and song,
Singing to the Trinity.
Henceforth let your souls always
Make each morn an Easter Day.

……. Gerald Manley Hopkins

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