Basket of Eggs
Easter Sunday is behind us...
We celebrated Resurrection.
Church with choirs and lovely meals...
The day was made up to perfection.
The "sun" arose this flawless day...
Only white clouds filled the sky...
As little children searched for eggs
All colored with a pretty dye.
My basket is filled with four eggs...
Ahh, but these eggs tell my story.
It's of my future Resurrection...
Of how I'll share God's Home in Glory.
The basket represents my soul...
While each egg points to my salvation.
Each egg is necessary to
Define my hope and expectation.
The first egg is a must for sure...
Because I believe The Virgin Birth.
Can't no one mess with this belief!!
For I believe for all I'm worth!!
The second egg is Crucifixion...
Of how the God-Man bled and died!
He did it to blot out my sins!
Yes, He let Himself be crucified!
The third egg is after three days
(O, what a glorious conception!)
The God-Man raised up from the dead!
This third egg is The Resurrection!
Without the first three eggs the fourth
Might seem just a little phoney...
But the fourth is the big change in me!
The fourth egg is My Testimony!
This is my basket and my four eggs...
Therefore, it tells my awesome tale...
Of how I believed, was born again,
And shall for evermore prevail
Against the enemy of my soul...
Who has been taken down some pegs!
Do you not have a basket, too?
Do you not have your own four eggs?
April 22, 2019 ~~Dedicated to Peggy and Gary~~
My hand has found like a nest the wealth
of the peoples; and as one gathers eggs
that have been forsaken, so I have gathered
all the earth; and there was none that moved
a wing or opened the mouth or chirped.”
Luke 11:11-12 11If a son shall ask bread of any of you that is a father,
will he give him a stone? or if he ask a fish, will he for
a fish give him a serpent? 12Or if he shall ask an egg,
will he offer him a scorpion?
Valerie Sjodin copyright 2011
“The present was an egg laid by the past
that had the future inside its shell.”
Zora Neale Hurston (American folklorist & writer, 1903-1960)
The birds are building nests, laying eggs, enthusiastic for life itself.
I marvel and am filled with wonder. The egg itself, like the seed,
is a symbol of the potential of life.