Our Hope

The father came through his son,
Stooped so low to bring my high,
To bring me to the light in the father.

The devil saw a Friday and was glad,
My father tore the veil and I saw,
And their was a Sunday where the real winner was known.

An inheritance from a loving father,
A gift for all to receive.
In him we have hope,
He's the reason for all seasons.

Happy Easter Celebration to you and yours.