The family, the sun, the birth of spring,
Mirth emerged as a puppy with a toy,
Easter came and life was towering.
All this, apart from knowing truth,
All this, without a meeting of the king,
All this, amid my soul's uncouth,
All this, with rebellion lingering.
Then, the day changed from wonder to wonder.
Resurrection overshadowed painted eggs,
The joy of Jesus came like thunder,
His healing grace took even my dregs.
New mirth emerges for the crucified king,
New birth refreshes my stale soul,
New mercies cover my wandering,
New worship to the Victor of Sheol.