Bonnie's Bits from the Beautiful Life

An Empty Tomb

The Savior of men is dead.
Mournful cries fill the air;
He helped so many,
Now what could they do?
Death is so final, so absolute.

But wait - - What do I hear?
The angel’s voice as it echoes clear.
Why are you here?
Why seek the living among the dead?

The tomb is empty,
Its prisoner freed.
No longer the victim; He reigns the victor!
He lives; He lives
And reigns on high,
And we no longer need wonder why.
We know the answer; we know the thrill--
Jesus died that we might live!

Ode To A Safety Pin

Come, little pin, and help me out;
Together we’ll conventions flout.
Who knows my sleeve is torn and pinned?
Nobody sees it there within.
My buttons are buttoned, but only me
Knows there’s a pin holding two or three.
No one can tell my hem came loose;
Nobody knows I’m such a goose
I fix my flaws with safety pins- -
I ‘spect the fish pin on their fins!
Yes, my friends, in any weather,
It’s safety pins hold us together!!