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 brings daylight to a man born blind
To the hungry he is bread,
and to his living streams are led
the thirsty - and the water turns to wine
The year’s first fallen leaf
foretells the coming grief
and frost descends from a darkening sky
In a crimson blaze
the summer leaf ends its days
and patience must attend our asking why
And the man, unafraid
of the path before him laid
walks to the killing tree where he will die
And all we who fear
the dark conclusion of our years
may keep this faith until the last amen
that the shadows of death
and winter’s icy breath
are but another season, not the end
Though the nights grow cold,
the world is not growing old
The years are moving forward as they spin
And he who has died,
the Lord of life, the crucified,
is risen, and he will come again
Melody: Meandering by Lynn Mills
Words: The Rev. Andrew Horne
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