Eggs


Spring Song

The earth is the Lord's
And the fulness thereof,
It speaks of His greatness,
And it sings of His love.

And the wonder and glory
Of the first Easter morn,
Like the first Christmas night
When the Saviour was born,
Are blended together
In symphonic splendor.

And God with a voice
That is gentle and tender,
Speaks to all hearts
Attuned to His voice,
Biding His listeners
To gladly rejoice.

For He who was born
To be crucified,
Arose from the grave
To be glorified.

And the birds in the trees,
And the flowers of spring,
All join in proclaiming
This heavenly King.

~ Helen Steiner Rice ~




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