On the way to our subdivision, trees line the road and, in many places, form an arch over you—lush and green in the summer. But in winter, the dark, bare limbs reach out with eerie arms against cloudy skies. It seems all life is gone out of them.
We bear the cold winds and the dismal colors, believing full well that Spring will come. We’ve seen it over and over every year, so we have confident hope it will come again.
Sure enough, the weather gets warmer, the first daffodils bloom, and we know that Spring is coming. Soon, the forsythia waves its yellow arms at us.
Then, just as the daffodils begin to fade, the dainty weeping cherry bushes sprout their pink blooms. Suddenly pear trees and cherry trees join the pink and white display along with new lime-green growth on trees and bushes.
Slowly leafy growth moves up the taller trees, then the red bud trees dress in their purplely-pink accents. It is glorious! The hope of life has come. Likewise…
Low in the grave he lay, Jesus my Savior! Waiting the coming day, Jesus, my Lord!
Vainly they watch His bed, Jesus, my Savior! Vainly they seal the dead, Jesus, my Lord!
Death cannot keep his prey, Jesus, my Savior! He tore the bars away, Jesus, my Lord!
Up from the grave He arose, With a mighty triumph o’er His foes;
He arose a victor from the dark domain, And He lives forever with His saints to reign.
He arose! He arose! Hallelujah! Christ arose!
How wonderful that we had a late Easter this year—just in time to put us right in the most beautiful Spring ever.
For the beauty of the earth, For the glory of the skies,
For the love which from our birth Over and around us lies:
Lord of all, to Thee we raise This our hymn of grateful praise.
A blessed Easter Resurrection Day to you all.
~ Joyce ~