It seems there is no parallel
'tween modern times and past,
For however hard you try,
true meanings just don't last.




December's holiday celebrates,
the birth of Christ our Lord,
But it's become a retail circus,
that can really leave you floored.




Springtime brings a day that saw,
our Lord nailed to the cross,
On the third day he arose again,
so we wouldn't mourn his loss.




Nowadays, the world knows Easter
as a joyful holiday.
A few, oh yes, but very few,
take time to stop and pray.




Kids, just see this time of year,
as spring vacation week.
Our schools have taken prayer out,
God's name they cannot speak.




Easter's turned into a time of
eggs and long-eared creatures.
And a week-long trip to Florida
for sun and double-features.




As they did then, we'll all look back,
on the error of our ways,
And wish we had remembered
what He did for us that day.




It's time to learn a lesson
from events of time long past,
And guarantee the world recalls
a promise that will last.