Easter Sunday
But Another Season The Rev. Andrew Horne Melody: “Meandering” by Lynn Mills Words: The Rev. Andrew Horne But Another Season A warm wind from the west disturbs the winter’s rest the frozen river melts and starts to run The pale, slender leaves trembling on the trees whisper that a new year has begun And an angel appears to a girl of tender years promising that she will bear a son The sun now rises higher, offering its fire to lift the fledgling birds into the air The glowing apple trees, and buzzing honey bees gather sweetness – almost more than we can bear And the boy is strong, He, the Lord, the long-awaited answer to a thousand years of prayer Like the summer sun, when the world was just begun the light of God within him starts to shine At his command, with a strong but gentle hand he b...