Happy Easter

Of all the things

In all the world

There is nothing

That makes me think of

Or reminds me more of you

Than spring

 

You take what is seemingly dead

Seemingly done & dusted

You not only restore if

You improve it

Year after year, you change it

You make all things new

 

How do you do it?

Well, I suppose experience helps

You were seemingly dead

You were seemingly done & dusted

Until that glorious day when eternal spring

Conquered the grave

Thank you Jesus