A Hill. A Cross (Easter Poem)

A Hill, A Cross

By Ruth Martin

A hill, a cross, a dark'ning sky;

And on that Cross a Man did die.

His enemies laughed

and mocked as He died.

His friends ran away. (His poor mother cried)

He died in shame; He died in pain.

His blood was spilt, a crimson stain.

His dying lips moved-

"Forgive them" He said.

"Tis finished", He cried...The Man was dead.

O thrill of joy! O victory !!

His death was LIFE..'twas Life for me !

But more than a man

And more than a dream--

A promise of HOPE, of glories unseen.

He conquered Death, He conquered Hell,

He rose again. Glad tidings tell !!

He lives evermore;

Rejoice, O my Soul !

Sing praise while the years of eternity roll.