True Spring

In Spring there is new life that is released;

It roars and flows and down the stream it runs.

Its breath has come and dreaded death has ceased,

Now turn and look the dawn is quickly come.

 

The lion wakes and roars upon the chase,

The world is clean and flowers now are grown,

The King of Kings is in his rightful place,

The quest is done – the ring is now o’er thrown.

 

But life is short and quickly ending is,

As withered fading grass at summer’s end.

The crawling creature, twisted serpent, lives

To see the King in bloodless body spent.

 

And yet in death is hope, though spring be iced,

For life returns upon the spring of Christ.

 

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