I sat in church this Easter morning feeling exultant,
Full of joy and peace.
I rejoiced at every “alleluia”
Thinking of the One whose death conquered death.
And I accepted the symbols of His body and blood
As He told us to do to remember Him,
Knowing I was worthy to do so only by His grace.
The choir, the organ, the brass, the bells,
All the glorious music
Warmed my heart, set it soaring.
Perhaps I’m better with words than some,
Yet I had none for this feeling
That didn’t seem old and trite.
Who would comprehend anyway?
People misunderstand His words so badly.
Yet I was overflowing with emotion
That I wanted to articulate
And I prayed that somehow I’d find a way.
Then the answer came to me:
“Just live the way He taught us,
Keeping love in mind above all.
You’ll need no words at all
For everyone to see Him in you.”
