Wake me up, come springtime, the scent of life anew,
Streams and rivers flowing, as nature sounds her cue.
What had been cold and barren, signs and stirrings, few,
Depart for warmer seasons, bid us all adieu.
Her laughter lightly ringing, innocence and youth,
Fresh as spring day rising, delightful drops of dew.
In the garden dreaming, as the cleansing rains renew,
His voice, the wind now carrying, her cares seem ever few.
“My lover belongs to me and I to him…”
~ Song of Songs, 2:6
The Earth awakes, heeding His call.
Behold the warmth, the bitter, thaw.
Life renewing, forgotten, the Fall.
Love eternal, made young, once more.
Snow into spring, the cycle begun.
Patient reward, yes, winter is done.
Brisk the air, but warmer the sun.
Earlier light, come, ease in the fun!
Promise wrought by God most tender, pierced by roman steel.
His Blood the earth did water, wounds of love, we’re healed.
Cold and death, see fleeing, icy breath, some warmth did steal,
Days of spring are calling, closing in at winter’s heel.
“But when they came to Jesus and saw that he was already dead, they did not break his legs, but one soldier thrust his lance into his side, and immediately blood and water flowed out.”
~ John 19:33-34
Unmarked graves in the garden, they lie,
Broken, buried, obscured from our eyes.
Forgotten glories, fading fast with time,
Then whispers of spring, life’s fortune revive.
Weary was that ancient spring, its air, feel the chill,
The Beloved now lies broken, in Mary’s arms, so still.
So freedom might be just reward, curse of death repeal,
Streams of mercy flowing, His blood down Calvary’s hill.