Blessed Easter

Prayer in a Garden
--Viney Wilder

I thank Thee, Lord, that I can see
This proof of immortality;
That I can hear in April rain,
The stir of fragile leaves again.

That I can feel the wind that sweeps
Where summer fruit now lightly sleeps
And smell the spring upon my spade
Where warm black earth is freshly laid

I thank Thee, Lord, that here today
Death's ugly stone is rolled away
And now beside the empty tomb
I kneel to touch the first frail bloom.

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