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*** HARVEST This Holy holiday Harvests Our modest praises We bring to Jesus For great gifts. Filled with praise Our childlike hearts: We have Jesus And a Heavenly Father. We sing praises to Christ For a wonderful harvest, For His long-suffering, For the paradise promised to us. On this bright feast of the Harvest Our modest praises We bring to Jesus For great gifts. Victor Yantsen From the collection of poems "With Jesus through life" *** HARVEST I hold a grain in my palm And I am surprised with all my heart: What a small crumb, And the fruit gives such a big one. But He must first die in order to rise as an ear... And we must see in this the One way to the heavenly country. Like a seed, rather die for sin in a rebellious world And illuminate the hearts of the lost, dark, orphans with the light of truth. And may, as a result of your deeds, Spiritual fruits ripen, - Fruits that are not afraid of Neither hail, nor cold, nor dry winds. They will plant seeds Again in human souls at the right time, Where, having awakened from sleep, A saving sprout will ascend. And although Satan does not sleep, You do not just look back, So that, like Lot's wife, Do not become a pillar of bitter salt. Then your work will give the desired fruit, - The fruit, sweet for the soul and body, When you go forward with Christ Without hesitation, without looking back. I hold a grain in my palm And I am surprised with all my heart: What a small crumb, And the fruit gives such a big one. It often happens with us, That it's a small, simple thing... And the result sometimes gives, Which is worth great deeds. Raisa Zaichenko From the collection of poems "With Jesus through life" *** HARVESTING Mother bought me a watermelon, The most ripe, the most delicious. Involuntarily, I smeared my nose and cheeks with sweet juice.* Who created such a watermelon? Well, of course, Jesus! To make me grow faster, Christ gives me fruits. And for that, I tell you, I thank Christ. * option 3 and 4 lines: My nose and cheeks Have become all in watermelon juice. ** option 9 lines: And for everything, I tell you, Raisa Zaichenko From the collections of poems "With Jesus through life" and "Silver vertebrae" * *** THANKS TO GOD 1st: Again, autumn is on the threshold - Soon the winter cold will come. .. And for all the gratitude to God, the Christian people repay. 2nd: Glory, glory to Thee, our Almighty, For great love for people And for a sheaf of golden wheat, For cabbage, potatoes, carrots. 1st: I love grapes full of juice - It tastes so pleasant and fresh! 2nd: I love on the table round-sided, In black grains, fragrant watermelon. 1st: I respect melons and cherries, Plums are also very good - All this is given to us by our Almighty. Together: And thank Him from the bottom of my heart! 2nd: The Existing Christ will soon call us to work in the field of the Lord, so that each one will bring a sheaf of his choice wheat into the granary of God. Raisa Zaichenko From the collections of poems "With Jesus through life" and "Silver vertebrae" *** I love the autumn garden: Many different fruits grow in it - Here is a green bed of carrots, And under the greens - the fruit is very sweet. Here is a head of cabbage ripening, With a stalk inside, very tasty. Cucumbers, tomatoes, potatoes And green peas. - Jesus gives us everything, by the way, And we, little ones, like it very much. I will grow up a little more And I will faithfully serve Christ. Raisa Zaichenko From the collection of poems "With Jesus through life" *** Variant of the previous poem: I love the autumn garden: There are many different fruits growing in it: Here is a head of cabbage ripens, With a stalk inside, very tasty. Here is a green bed of carrots, In the ground she hid her sweet root. Cucumbers, tomatoes, potatoes And curly lashes of peas - Jesus gives us everything, by the way, And we, little ones, like it very much. I will grow up a little more And I will faithfully serve Christ. Raisa Zaichenko From the collection of poems "Silver vertebrae" *** HARVEST Again, bare, the trees Fall asleep until the very spring... And they will dream summer dreams in winter. The fields are deserted, hushed up... You won't see reapers in the field... The wind hastily plucks the last leaves from the branches. Works and worries are summed up by the hostess-autumn ... And we thank God For the gift of the harvest. Glory, praise to Jesus For what we find, what we are looking for... Glory for very tasty bread And for spiritual food... Glory for growing up, We breathe healing air; Because we have the opportunity to hear the Holy Word. Praise for communion with God In winged, heartfelt prayer. Thank you for knowing the way To the eternal heavenly abode. I want to go straight for the Lord on any off-road, And bring a sheaf of gold to the glorious granary of God. Raisa Zaichenko From the collection of poems "With Jesus through life" *** GLORY TO THE CREATOR A yellow leaf swirled And fell to the ground, So, autumn came to us, Not at all slowing down. How beautiful forest dress In pure gilding! Carpet under the trees, Soft and fragrant. Birds are already ready to fly to the southern countries, I want to wish them to return again. Today we all praise the Creator, And for the summer that has passed, And for this autumn, And for the winter that will come With a wonderful snowball, And for everything that our Heavenly Father gives us. Everything that we see around, What we live and breathe, Without any merits Gives us the Almighty. And watermelons, and carrots, Grapes, and melons, Beets, red as blood, Cherries and raspberries, Peppers, pumpkin, zucchini, Cucumbers, garlic, onions, And potatoes, and beans, Water, air, bread and salt ... To enumerate not in time Everything until the very night, Because our Lord loves us all very much. Let us bring Grateful hearts to the feet of the Creator! Raisa Zaichenko From the collection of poems "Silver Vertebrae" *** I love spring and summer, I like winter too. Only autumn, with all this, I like it more, though. I love her for the sweet Grapes, and for the watermelon, And for the vegetables in the garden, Which taste so good. The forest has become a fabulous picture, Generous, kind, bright-leaved, All in transparent cobwebs, That hung on the branches. And although it takes away the days of our holidays - yet, I still love autumn And other times too. Autumn, winter, spring, summer - The Lord thought up everything wonderfully. I love Him for it And I hope: mutually. Raisa Zaichenko From the collection of poems "Silver Vertebrae" *** Although I am not many years old, But I already believe in God. I know that Jesus Christ brought salvation to me. From Him and gingerbread with bread, And compote, and milk ... He leads me to heaven With a faithful, loving hand. Raisa Zaichenko From the collection of poems "Silver vertebrae" *** GOLDEN AUTUMN Autumn, golden autumn Covers the traces of summer. The forest enchants with its beauty, The air is fresh, resilient, fragrant... And a bright yellow light leaf circles above the ground. The breeze is pleasant, gentle, Quietly blows in my face... I admire the serene World created by the Creator. How harmoniously Everything was arranged by our Christ: From pretty clearings To sprawling birches! Everything around is reasonable, sweet, So beautiful and bright And warmed by wondrous power, God's love warmth. And with all my heart I am grateful to the great Christ, That He gave me simply as a gift Life, love and beauty. Raisa Zaichenko From the collection of poems "Silver Vertebrae" *** RAIN It was dry, dusty, hot, Seedlings were crying in the beds, Greenery was withering in the fields, And the earth cracked ... But we prayed to God that Christ would show us mercy. And the Lord, listening to prayer, sent heavy rain to the earth. Here poured a stream from heaven On the glades and on the forest. They drink transparent raindrops And trees and blades of grass, Arable land, cornfields and meadows ... - So, to be lush haystacks From abundant herbs of good quality To feed animals. There will be a lot of sweet fruits, Various vegetables in the beds: And cabbages, and carrots, And sunflower heads, And beans, and peas For salads and okroshka. There will be fragrant, tasty bread - And for all praise to Jesus! Raisa Zaichenko From the collection of poems "Silver Vertebrae" *** IT'S ALWAYS WELL WITH HIM 1. It doesn't matter that autumn often brings us surprises: Either it's warm, or it's frosty, In the morning a bucket - at noon tears Clouds often pour from heaven ... We are inseparable from Jesus On a rainy and fine day. Christ will help us grow. 2. And to the Creator for everything for this We bring praise and glory: Let it be spring, winter, summer, Autumn is also to our liking. For any season , For the beautiful nature, For His love, suffering, For the holy justification We praise God with all our soul! We are always well with Him. 3. He invisibly walks with us in the Spirit of truth through life And with His hand brings us to the radiant Fatherland. Whether at the meeting, at home, at school Warms us with love. How wonderful that He is near, And we do not need better! 4. And a lot of autumn fruits We have been given from God, To feed our flesh, - So did our Lord. And for food, for clothes, For real hope We, Jesus' creation, Send Him thanks. Raisa Zaichenko From the collection of poems "Silver Vertebrae" *** GOD CREATED ... Masha went out into the garden At an hour before dinner And she heard Vegetables talk: Pumpkin: "I," the pumpkin said to Masha, in juice, and in porridge, And for animal feed too. Carrot: "I am called a carrot, I have a lot of vitamins, Eat, children, for health, And praise, praise God." Radish: Quietly said radish: "Although I'm small in stature, But it's by no means necessary Both in okroshka and salads." Zucchini: "I am a well-known zucchini, A smooth, plump barrel, A vegetable stew is good And I can be caviar" Peas: And peas said to Masha: "Any salad is decorated with me And everyone will mark me, Loved by adults and children." Beans: "I am a bean, and I am proud of that, That I am always fit for the table, Without me, I tell you, children, It's boring in a vinaigrette." Beets: "I'm a beet, thank God For such a gift to people, Whoever eats me at least a little, He will always be healthy." Potato: "I am a potato that everyone needs, My house is a cellar and a basket. I proudly confess to you: I am called the second bread." Cabbage: "I am a familiar cabbage. The table is not empty with me. And I will tell you, by the way, That I am very useful." Cucumber: "I am a green cucumber, Alluring with freshness, The Creator created me Tasty, juicy and crunchy." Ear: Then a voice was heard from the fields: "I am a ripe wheat ear, Wherever you are, whoever you are, It is impossible to live without bread." A ruddy tomato Joined the conversation. He said that everything from the beginning God created for man. Each fruit is useful, needed Both for breakfast and for dinner. Our Christ created many of them, So that people live by eating. And for this we, friends, will praise God today. Masha did not yawn for a long time And she collected many different vegetables in the basket For salad and cabbage soup. If you only want, Come visit Masha. Raisa Zaichenko From the collection of poems "Silver Vertebrae". And a bonfire blazes from the leaves On the path of the deserted garden. The autumn garden has become quiet and spacious. A rare leaf on the trees is shy. The field is compressed, and the ripe grains lie in the bins for storage. 2. Again the Lord showed us His mercy: He gave us desire and strength in labor, He sent rain and warmth to the fields, And the field gave us wonderful fruit. 3. Autumn - this is the time of the results, This is a solid lesson for everyone, That everything under the sky, from God, is given a predetermined time from above. The time of sowing, and shoots, and growth, Ripening and harvesting fruits, After all, it is not easy to grow a fruit - It takes a lot of care and work. 4. Autumn is also a golden time, Speaking clearly about the fact that the years, like a sound, fly by, And a meeting with Christ is approaching us. 5. So accept gratitude, Savior, And for bread, and for shelter, and clothes, For salvation, love and hope, For the holy abode in heaven. 6. And for God's blessing Let's praise Jesus. He is worthy of both glory and honor... So let us all glorify Him together. 7. Gratitude for the sun and water, Love for our parents, Let us live for You, God, to please, And prepare to meet You. Raisa Zaichenko From the collection of poems "Silver Vertebrae" *** WHAT YOU SOW, YOU REAP 1. If you sow rye in the field, So, you will reap rye. Where wheat is sown, oats do not grow there. And carrots will not grow Where people plant beets. And potatoes, and watermelon, And any beautiful fruit - Everything that Jesus gives us, From its seeds grows. What you put in, you take, What you sow, you reap. 2. This truth from the ages is known to all people. If you are good you serve people If you are not friends with sin, If your heart breaks for God, This will turn into happiness. You will find joy three times, What you sow, you will reap. 3. If you have told your neighbor about Christ, And by words and deeds You have indicated the Way to salvation, Then you will bring a sheaf to God And you will reap fruit in eternity. If you delve into the Word of God, If you do not want to be friends with a lie, If your heart is pure And you walk the thorny path, You will find salvation. What you sow, you will reap. 4. Our essence, without difficulty, Is known by the fruits, If you sow good, Then you have good fruit. Grant, God, that we be a light in the midst of darkness, And that everyone in the world of tears will bring fruit for eternity. Raisa Zaichenko From the collection of poems "Silver Vertebrae" *** I'm a little boy, but I still understand That the sun does not shine over us for nothing: It warms the sprout with its light, And the cool rain will give water to drink. The Lord from heaven controls all this And sends us a crop in the fall. For this I want to say thank you And affectionately call the Lord "dad". Natalya Breyl From the collection of poems "Silver Vertebrae" *** In the spring, we, friends, sow seeds of various cereals And patiently wait for the Earth to give its fruit. And if God blesses, Sends us abundant rain, And the sun shines in time, The pest does not eat cereals, Then we can wait, friends, From the earth for a beautiful fruit And glorify the Creator with our soul For His wonderful deeds. Natalia Breil From the collection of poems "Silver Vertebrae" *** Ekaterina Bekhshtedt PRAISE TO THE CREATOR FOR EVERYTHING! 1. Rain Many people prayed very earnestly that the Lord would send rain from the sky. What? - We saw with our own eyes: He always answered prayers. God is merciful to us: just look, People, now at the decorated hall, Judge for yourself about the wisdom of God. Glory to the Creator that sent us rain! 2. Mushrooms This rain did not disappear, It hit the warm ground. The one who did not lose heart, Did not grumble at the weather, Who took the basket in his hands, Walked boldly to the forest, He found something to praise the Creator in love: By the birch and pine Mushrooms were waiting here, Clean, and so fresh, Simply do not pass by! 3. Bread In our world, somewhere people are starving, And they pick up pieces of bread somewhere, These people suffer very hard there And they die of hunger without bread. And in our field the grain was pouring, the yellow Niva flaunted under the sun. Although at first the rains overshadowed us, - It turned out that we worried in vain. And our fathers threshed diligently, And they came home in the morning, And then they told with great joy, That they had gathered a rich harvest. We will have enough for cakes, bread, pancakes and buns, Enough for pancakes, vermicelli, shells. It is good that so many grains were collected. We will glorify God from the bottom of our hearts for this! 4. Potato The people in Siberia have long said this: "Potato is the second bread." This year, God endowed it again: The potatoes grew large, not rotten. We quickly filled our buckets, The cellars were full to the brim, And we collected so much for the winter. How can we be silent from praise? 5. A trifle in the garden It's good that here, in the village, We have our own garden, And in our native land We live without worries! Everything grows near us here: Dill, garlic and onions. The earth gives us all fruits - You look around! Here in the early summer you will find Radishes and lettuce, Peas and sorrel are so good - Everyone is happy to taste! And mom is very happy again, That our pepper is ripe. And I would like to eat juicy carrots! 6. Cabbage An interesting fruit grew with us, And the leaves are only on it, But we call this pile of leaves Cabbage. From that cabbage for dinner We will cook a delicious borscht, And a delicious vinaigrette Useful and good. And who doesn't love stuffed cabbage, Salads from it? Our Creator is worthy of praise - Let us glorify Him! 7. Sea buckthorn Sea buckthorn is called a valuable and useful fruit. She is also in our region long time ago is already growing. The berries clung to the branch, Like a friendly family. Adults and children gathered to pick them up. They need a lot of patience In this matter, to show, But tasty jam You can get later. And medicine can be made from its fruits. How can God not be glorified For care and love?! 8. Strawberries Do you like strawberries, tell me? Do you like delicious jam from it? - Then thank the Creator for the mercy: And this year the Father gives it to us for dessert! 9. Apples Branches bend to the ground, Pass carefully! A lot of apples were born - There is something for which we praise God! Although we ate them every day, - We are not tired at all, And in the winter we will eat, Giving honor to God! 10. Plums We learned at school that we call the place where we live Siberia. There is an abundance of fruits here, But the fruits do not grow, They are brought to us from the south. But to everyone's surprise, God gave us this year In Siberia plum fruit. Now I'm here to give heartfelt thanksgiving to the Creator! 11. Flowers I am very glad that God gave us not only Fruits, trees, But that so many fragrant Flowers sent us beautiful. That, together with a bee in the open air, I can inhale their fragrance, To give a modest chamomile at the fence a smile. A large bouquet of friends and mother I can collect with love ... I can not give praise to the Creator for everything with weak lips! 12. The fruit of repentance There is one day - better than all the days, When Christ in my soul He put things in order and washed them away, And forgave all my sins. He sent me a new life, That was in the Zion camp. Do not let, Lord, forget that day, Let this joy be preserved! Ekaterina Bechshtedt From the collection of poems "Silver Vertebrae" *** GIVE YOU FRUIT IN LIFE! 1. The wonderful summer quickly rushed off, Cinderella-autumn came to replace, She tried to spread the yellow carpet, Summed up all our labors. And, as always, she gathered us for the holiday, To bring gratitude to the Creator, A holiday that we celebrated many times, But every year there is a peculiarity in it. 2. Winter with snow and a blizzard, With a fierce frost, receded, When, with warmth and a bird's trill, Spring came into its own. Here the earth came to life, it's time for her to move away from the permafrost. In it we put a seed, To harvest the fruits in autumn. Oh, how the Creator still loves us! Here the leaves are blooming, And labor is not in vain, it seems: Sprouts are looking out from under the ground! And if the rain falls on them, There is hope for the harvest. Why worry needlessly? Just believe and wait! 3. On the 18th of May, the inhabitants of our entire village gasped in surprise, looking out the window: "How? Is it white-white again on the street?" Is it true, or in a dream? The snow has bent all the branches to the ground, And the blizzard is raging, making noise in a panic, In a hurry to complete the snow work. How are our seedlings? Is it not in vain that We threw seeds into the ground? Oh, will they bear fruit in autumn? - No, all spring labors are in vain! 4. Today in the decorated hall We see all these fruits. Although there are seeds that have disappeared, But still we have harvested. For this praise We must bring God the Creator! 5. But let's look back and let's not rush, Let's remember the hot summer that warmed us all. For the last century, our sultry summer seriously wanted to surprise everyone. It was the hottest July in a hundred years ... And the question was asked: should we not expect trouble? The gardens grew dim from the heat, the grass, And the bread in the fields ripened prematurely. People were all worried and waiting for rain, they watered the garden and looked at the sky. Doubts came to the heart more than once: Will our autumn with fruits please us? 6. The Lord showed mercy to us: Our work, friends, blessed. And for diligence the earth rewarded us with a harvest. So today let all lips glorify the Creator God! 7. Autumn summed up the work, And each one himself determined, Where he watered the garden in vain, Where he gathered a bountiful harvest. And this day worries my soul, But I do not grieve about barren bushes: We threw them away without regret, Because there is plenty of food for us. This holiday reminds me of the last, great day. How will I stand before the Creator: Without fruit or with at least one fruit? 8. The Lord, like a gardener, watches over us, With a caring eye He looks from the sky. If the drought suddenly threatens our soul, With His Word, like rain, it will irrigate. When the hurricane is stronger and more formidable, He puts props through good friends. In order to remove all the weeds from the soul, He must, at times, convict us of sins. At modest gatherings he feeds us with bread, so that the holy image of heaven is reflected in us. And so every day He, again and again, pouring out His grace on us, With great patience waits for everything and waits: But still, maybe the fruit will appear? 9. And now the Feast of the Harvest comes to an end; I bring my desire to the Creator: As long as my mind is clear, as long as there is strength, Give me at least a small fruit to bring you in life! Ekaterina Bechshtedt From the collection of poems "Silver Vertebrae" ________________________________________________________

Recitation for Pascha I Jesus Friends, I announce to you What is predetermined for me And in Galilee I anticipate you all as one whole. The author of the Word of Christ is full of sadness And in the set of oil lamps His Eyes, that ...

The scene creatively guides young people through the various seasons of their future life together using ordinary soap as an example.

Ten virgins Leading: Then the Kingdom of Heaven will be like ten virgins who, taking their lamps, went out to meet the bridegroom. Of these, 5 were wise and 5 were foolish. The foolish, taking their lamps, took no oil with them. The wise ones...

Reader 1: He had honor and glory in Heaven, He had His servants. No one was offended there, But diminished for the people. He knew persecution and suffering, Living in the midst of darkness and sin, But he won without hesitation All the temptations of the enemy. Then he accepted Calvary ...

Believer: I believe. Unbeliever: Do you believe? In God? What is it, right, with you? There are so many worries in this life, And you are here - like an angel with a trumpet. People don't need it at all! To solve their problems: Either a crisis, or discord in families ... Believer: Ah ...

Ahab: I'm going home, as if to slaughter, I secretly shed tears every day. Ahab wandering around the yards... Author: Jezebel threatens through the window: Jezebel: Well, he appeared, dear, And where did he wander for three hours? Ahab: Yes, I ... I was in the temple of God, a Bible lesson ...

Author-1: Two chandeliers and a floor lamp on the wedding day were presented to the Marriage and signed: “We wish them to be light!” About how the young Light subsequently revealed, About that we composed poems. But so as not to slander them, Their names so that you do not guess ...

1st apartment Author: Here comes the husband from work Into the house, not cleaned by his wife. Taking off his coat, earflaps, boots, He hissed like clockwork: Husband: Where does she walk so long? Never on time! I am hungry, here, from work .... And an uncooked lunch ...

Three people stand on the stage and hold tree branches in their hands. Leading: Once in a distant beautiful country On the highest beautiful mountain Three trees began to talk. They dreamed about their life. One said: 1st tree: When I grow up ...

Recitation "Easter"

anna myrmyr

The passage of all the importance of bygone days does not detract from time.

Through years of denial and oblivion, the light of truth burns even stronger.

He lived! He is alive! The living Word of God cannot be killed or buried.

Executions and fetters were powerless, the Lord became omnipotent friends.

Other countries are covered with sand, the names of former kings are forgotten, The earth and oceans are changing, but the fire of Christ's altars is alive. And now, for the twentieth century, fire has been burning, dispelling the darkness. Resurrected Christ earthly children sing "Hosanna" to God

to his own.

Christ is risen! Truly risen!

What could be an even stronger miracle.

And jubilation reaches the heavens

And hundreds of times stronger comes from there.

Christ is risen! Damn behind.

Now the fullness of the blessings has come.

And joy rises in the chest,

Are we in Jesus? Sunday children.

Christ is risen, hell has fallen forever,

God is calling you to life too.

Go forward and don't look back

Only follow Christ, and He knows the way.

Christ is risen! And eternity is before you.

The door is open. Only moments remain.

And I turn to you, my friend, with a prayer:

Come to Christ and be saved!

Easter was six days away.

Jesus came to Bethany to his friends.

To make the future more visible

He took the disciples there with Him.

The supper was prepared

By the hands of Martha, efficient, as always,

And Lazar lay down closer at the table,

Where the guests are located, who goes where.

Mary, having taken a whole pound of peace,

Anointed Jesus' feet with it

And wiped it with hair ... and riot

In the soul of Judas rose like smoke:

"What a waste!" ? hissed the villain,

Christ answered: "Do not interfere with her ..."

What a pity, but, unfortunately, I'm not on your head lila flows peace,

What a pity that, unfortunately, it was not I who washed your feet with a crystal tear.

What a pity that, unfortunately, I was not looking for You in the crowd with hope,

What a pity that I scourged you, and nails in your hands scored.

And you there, on Golgotha, dying, said briefly: “How it's a pity!

What a pity that you do not accept me, what a pity ... I am so love you!"

What a pity, Christ, forgive me! And you forgave, took everything my sins

To the cry of "crucify" he answered with love: "Oh, do not impute her, Father, don't change!"

Yes, You are risen! You have made a victory! And holy bloodshed me.

You freed the planet from sin, at the cost of life - gave life to us.

In the morning Jesus went to Jerusalem.

The news spread like thunder everywhere.

The crowd flocked after him,

Who as much: on horseback, or on foot.

Jesus, sitting on a donkey,

In fulfillment of the ancient words about Him,

Entered the holy city

Where Golgotha ​​waited for Him with a fatal cross.

While the delight of the crowd and branches crunch,

Clothes and leaves festive flooring,

And the cry "Hosanna, our king Jesus,

Son of David, blessed be you!”

Jesus looked at the city and the people

And I heard the sound of hammering nails...

On the feast of Easter, knowing that it was time to leave Him this world,

And go to the Father, Jesus gathered His disciples to a secret humble feast.

"One of you will betray me." “Is it not me, Lord, is it not me?” Students, family, friends

At that time they did not know themselves.

“If all deny, waver in the faith,

I alone will stand!” Peter said firmly.

"I'll go to torture, behind the prison doors,

I am ready to die for You, my Christ.

"Know, even before dawn, before the cock's song,

Without prison and without torture, without whips and threats

The renunciation of Me will sound three times...”?

Thus answered Peter the heart-seeing Christ.

In the Garden of Gethsemane, dejected by melancholy,

Knowing His fate, that the hour has come,

He asked his friends: “Pray with Me!

Stay awake, don't sleep, don't sleep now."

Where are your oaths, where are your assurances?

You lie on the grass, unable to raise your eyes.

You don't commit any crime

You just sleep when He asks you not to sleep.

Here Judas has come, here they are being led to mockery.

The blaze of lights illuminated the predawn darkness.

Where are you, Peter, now? You are walking far away

He did not dare to approach his Christ.

Why didn't you dare? Why in the distance

Where is it closed from the crowd by a roadside bush?

How is your oath? Where are your assurances?!

You yourself promised to die with Christ!

Hiding among everyone, he did not look at the faces ...

Only timidity and fear squeezed my heart in my chest.

Among the servants and slaves, he sat down to dry himself

By someone else's fire in the judge's yard.

Where are your vows, where are your assurances?

So your oath before Jesus is empty?

By someone else's fire ... You are sitting next to those

Who will crucify Jesus Christ on the cross!

When bitterness and sorrow fill your heart,

When what is dearest is taken away,

Do not try to warm yourself near someone else's fire.

Don't rush to it, don't look for it.

And they led Jesus to be crucified in the place that was calledCalvary Hill.

Friends started to run in all directions, enemies in a crowd followed Him around.

Calvary, Calvary!

The last stage of the great sufferings of Christ. Here a Roman soldier puts him on the cross, taking off his tunic woven.

Here is a blood-stained tree with the crucified Christ raise

Christ is risen, only in Him is salvation, my soul is only in Him full!

Christ is risen, let the sinner know:

Christ is no more in the tomb. The Risen One saves from sin.

Only He is the light of the lost soul.

Risen One - He is the eternal Creator,

In His hand are the worlds, the earth.

He is the Infinite Almighty,

Praise Him, my soul!!!

Lord's Name- glory, praise and honor!

Lord's Name- gratitude is!

Lord's Name- greenery of earthly gardens.

Lord's Name- forest colors.

Lord's Name- gentle waves tide.

Lord's Name- a host of clouds in the distance.

To the Lord's Name - raindrops. Winter.

Lord's Name- splashes of streams, spring.

Lord's Name- gold rye, fruits.

Lord's Name- a stream of water from the sky.

Lord's Name- tenderness of human hearts.

Lord's Name- life and its crown!

Lord's Name- song, and prayers groan.

Lord's Name- a thousand words, not a hundred.

Lord's Name- bread and wine from bowls.

Lord's Name- our voice of joy.

Lord's Name- good news hearts.

Lord's name -GLORY, PRAISE AND HONOR!!!

TOPIC: Easter scene-recitation with the participation of children;
AUTHORSHIP: Victoria Borisova.;

Summary: Jesus said that He is the door to the Kingdom of Heaven. The boy asks himself: what key is needed? Righteousness? Faith of the parents? Church visit? No, these keys do not fit. This recitation scene can be shown at Easter, as well as in Sunday school, children's camps. Children participate in the scene.

Boy:
Christ said He is the Door
To the country of the Heavenly Father.
And now I'm thinking:
How to enter the miraculous door?!
To that Door that leads to eternity,
Behind her is great, happy!
How to open? Who gives the key?
Answer me please!

Sage:
The question, of course, is not an easy one!
Let's look for a solution -
Let's find the key! Well, wait
Let's resolve the doubts.
Look, my friend, here are the keys
They are building in front of you.
Which one - go ask -
The door to heaven will open!

1st key:

(Isaiah 64:6 We have all become as unclean, and all our righteousness as filthy rags; and we are all withered like a leaf, and our iniquities, like the wind, carry us away).

I am Righteousness through works!
I tried many times
But I couldn't open the door,
No matter how hard you try!
All are guilty before the Father,
And let the beautiful faces
Decorated with a crown,
But sin nests in the flesh!
People's hearts are black as night
Clothes soiled!
Not! I can't help you
Your hope is empty!

2nd key

(Jeremiah 31:30 "...each one will die for his own iniquity")

I'm called dear friend
parental faith.
I can't break the vicious circle!
There are many examples
When in humility the fathers
Hope, faith lived,
And the children were tomboys,
They served the evil one!
Nobody can convey
Ancestral Salvation!
Don't even expect
That I will open the door!

3rd key:

(Mat. 7:21 Not everyone who says to Me: "Lord, Lord!" will enter the Kingdom of Heaven, but he who does the will of My Father in Heaven).

Worthy of praise,
I am Church Visit!
But unfortunately, in me,
You won't find a solution!
Not everyone who comes here
They will enter into the heavens of the monastery!
Only I never
I will not lead to the Savior!

4th key

(Mk 10:24-25 "...how difficult it is for those who trust in riches to enter the Kingdom of God! It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the Kingdom of God.")

I am great in people's eyes.
They call me Wealth
And many think in their hearts,
Enter me into the Kingdom of God.
But that's just an evil lie!
I must confess that
That I won't unlock the door -
It's not worth even trying!

5th key:

(Eph. 2:8-9 "For it is by grace that you have been saved through faith, and that is not of yourselves, it is the gift of God; not by works, so that no one can boast.")

Well, I am a Church Servant!
I'm helpful and important
But salvation from death
To be, alas, I was not given!
It so happens that worries
Get away from Christ.
Instead of personal meetings - work,
Instead of faith - vanity!
Look - behind me
Key; go check it out.
From you, my friend, I will not hide -
Do not open the door to heaven for me!

6th key:

(John 3:16 “For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.”)

I am the only one in the world
I will open the door to heaven!
me adults and children
They get to the altar.
I call myself the sacrifice of Christ
For the sins and evil of people.
I resurrect to new life,
I deliver from sorrows
I bring wonderful to the city -
To Golden Jerusalem!
There the Heavenly Father lives,
There you keep from grief!
Hurry buddy, hurry up
Open the doors of heaven!
There Christ will warm you!
There you will live forever!

Boy:
Thank God, thank God,
that opened the sky for me
Gave way to salvation
Showed me miracles!
Even though I'm a little boy
But I stand before the Lord!
And with friends loud and loud
I sing a song to Jesus!