Descended to flesh,
Descending more; God bending,
Washing fleshy feet.
Sometimes a bright spring
Friday may turn into the
Very darkest day.
Through sabbath skies, rain
Weeps; the grass grows green and tries
To keep from laughing.
That joy to the world
Through life, death, pain, in refrain
On Easter morning.
These are lovely, Neil. Thank you for the blessing.
You are very welcome. Thank you for reading. Easter blessings to you and the family.
Beautiful, this one is my favorite:
Through sabbath skies, rain
Weeps; the grass grows green and tries
To keep from laughing.
So glad you liked that one! I do, too. Happy Easter, Thirza.