It’s Easter time 

Palm Sunday, in fact

I read about You 

And think about You

I have to react

The grass is green

Flowers blossom

Sun shines

But still, so much is not right

People are mean

The poor are forgotten

So many minds are rotten

Not all is fine

But You’re constantly in my mind

Even if I try to go around I find You there

Waiting patiently

Calling, knocking

Even though You know there’s not much saint in me

Still You persist

You don’t quit

I’m stopping in my tracks

The cross has me taken aback

Every heart is what You yearn to get

This is an odd story, I have to admit

The tomb is empty

So many years later

There’s still a song, a symphony in the Earth

I’m alive, I’m here

I’m aware of You

You’ve got my attention

You have all my ambition

Nothing else will do

I long to see You come and make all things new

I’m just a wanna-be saint

Yearning for You to recreate me

I’m bowing here with my eyes on You

Trusting, standing

Knowing You’ll come and renew

I ask for wisdom

Help me be Your agent

Your giving hands

Your kind, true words

Your love and affection for all the earth

Easter in action

Easter every day

Come Lord Jesus

The Risen King forever

Have Your way