The sleeping earth awakens,
The robins start to sing
The flowers open wide their eyes
To tell us it is spring.
The bleakness of the winter
Is melted by the sun,
The tree that looked so stark and dead
Becomes a living one
These miracles of Easter
Wrought with divine perfection,
Are the blessed reassurance,
Of our Saviour's Resurrection.
author~Helen Steiner Rice
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