In spring we see the warming sun,
And watch our children having fun,
While colored eggs they search to find,
And place in baskets, softly lined.

It’s at this time my thoughts turn to,
My Savior, and all he went through.
And even though he had such strife,
His resurrection brought new life.

And so it is for you and me,
We’ll rise again and him we’ll see.
His glory will enfold us ‘round,
While his great love for all abounds.

Yes, Easter is the time of year
For colored eggs and fam’ly cheer,
And yes, the loveliness of spring,
Will ever make my spirit sing.

© James O'Brien
April 2003

"Morning Light" © Bruce DeBoer
An Original Composition