Proof

Now does the miracle of Spring
Repeat itself;
Now is the dark stone rolled away,
And beauty once again
Blooms in the light of each new day.
The earth is clothed in raiment,
Bright and new;
And so, too, are the souls of men reborn
This glorious Easter morn.
For He Who died on Calvary,
That every nation might be free
Of sin and selfishness and hate,
Still stands with hand uplifted at the garden gate,
Blessing all those who congregate
To hear His word. And by His gentle kindliness
The dark clouds gathering ’round men’s hearts
Are rent asunder and, in their place,
The flowers of peace and brotherhood and love
Bloom bounteously, proof of the Risen One’s sovereignty!

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