By Tom Mortimer

As I was walking in the park last week
The sky was blue, the air fresh and cold
I stumbled across what looked like eggs
All beautifully painted in silver and gold 
And there in the middle of a field of grass
Stood a young man all dressed in white
He would reach in His basket and pull out an egg
And then place it somewhere in plain sight
What an odd thing to do, I said to myself
As I walked over to where He had knelt
But the closer I got to this mysterious man
The more all the eggs seemed to melt
Then He picked up His basket and suddenly arose
And as He turned, I instantly knew His face
This was the Savior I had come to love
The One who had showered me with His grace
He said that these eggs were not for me
That I had already found my Lord
All of my sins had melted away
The day I believed in His Word
Then He took out an egg and showed it to me
Saying each one held a special gift
Inside held the name of a girl or boy
And all the sins that He promised to forgive
The eggs weren't hidden, they were easy to find
All you had to do was open your heart
Pick up your egg, see what's inside
And your journey to Heaven will start

Copyright © Tom Mortimer.

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