Tomorrow is Easter, the day of Your victory.
Everyone coming out of winter in their
New clothes and fashions
Like birds flying north after long hibernation.
What kind of day will it be?
A flaky show of ideals for the C&E Christian,
A grateful weeping of affection from an undeserving mortal?
Whatever it may be, I pray I hold You dear.
No, my hands can barely grasp Your love,
The mercy and grace which You gave.
No, my Lord, grab onto me and hold me tightly.
Make me Your own through and through.
Leave me no path to turn from Thee,
My Lord, my Captain,
My Love.
Be my delight on this glorious day -
The day that You rescued the world from dismay.
© 2000 pksarbear@juno.com