Where on that hill of Calvary ages ago you were slain
You died there to quench man’s pain,
although still your bright light
shines down in every day and every dark night
some men still walk in sin
as they did by choice from the very begin.
Although the grave is empty and the stone rolled by
and You are the creator God, sitting in glory up high,
there You remember the savagery of man
the tears, agony and blood of your salvation plan,
the way you were crucified, the way you gave your life
and in sincerity still gives man a choice in this almost endless strive.
[Reference: Easter Hymn by A.E. Housman.]
Gert Strydom
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/easter-hymn-in-answer-to-a-e-housman/
