Because of His resurrection, all the earth rejoices.
We sing songs of praise to You, O Lord.
You are the Victor; Life has triumphed.
Children are like blooms, you know.
Fragile and sweet,
they steady grow.

In my heart are planted four.
Seedlings at birth;
but pledge of more.

Each spring I’m amazed to see
The growth in them;
the loss in me.

Blossoms for my Easter time,
The planting God’s;
the tending mine.


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