sunshine on skinthat was beaten and torna brow lifted to heaventhat had held a crown of thorns Jesus steps out of the tombhis chest rises and fallshe has drank the cup of wrathhe has sufferered once, for all tears fall from his eyesand he smiles towards the skybecause of what he’s donethe ones he loves …

gentle saviorhe suffered longfor the sins of manthough he did no wrong compassionate kingwith tender eyeswho came for his peoplehis bride, his prize foretold long agoby prophets of oldhe rescued us fromthe darkness and cold he came to diehe came to saveand like the spring he’ll come backyes he’ll come like the rain so lift …

rise to greet the morning,step out into the sunstretch your arms up to the heavensthere is grace for everyone see the grass and flowers blossomas the rain comes pouring downdon your boots and jump in the puddlesfor by darkness and storm we abound stop and listen to the goldfinchthe swallows, the robins, the wrenseach born …

in the pale pink clouds of the sunrisein the purple crocuses, unearthingin the bud of the pussy willowand the bloom of the tulipand the sprout of the daffodils-I see you when the birds sing their song out my windowwhen the rain starts to dance on my roofwhen the park down the street is once again …

the calendar saysthat winter is gonebut her deathly chill remainsyour frozen heart lies in my handsgrowing colderand colderand colderflowers bloomingrobins singingseasons changingbut not for usdawn may be breakingbut I don’t rise to greet herfor even the lightno longer feels warm