His Promise For Me
by Cynthia Jones
There is a promise for me
A sprinkle of rain, the greening
the blooms. It all is magnificant
and with love too.
A promise with love
from the one that is my savior.
From the one who is I am.
He came and he died, but today
he lives. It is Easter!
O' Holy, Holy
On a cross he was raised.
He was mocked, and tortured
for being our lord, our king.
With his blood we are saved.
With his pain we are made
to realize the sacrifice.
With his, we are re-newed.
He came and he died, but today
he lives. It is Easter!
O' Holy, Holy
I can not keep
from bowing my head in shame
so many times I fail...
today I whisper his name.
He came and he died, but today
he lives. It is Easter!
O' Holy, Holy
Thank you my Jesus, thank you
my lord for today, tomorrow
and all the yesterdays....
On some days I lost belief.
You are here and you are now
and now, I'm on bended knee
to praise you, O' Holy, Holy
You came and you died, but today
you live. You, the one who is I am.
It is Easter! O' Holy, Holy
Spring Brilliance
by Cynthia Jones
A breeze of laughter
rushes warmly by
with a holy feeling
of sweet new life
A bud and a flower
reminds us it's spring
and a tree stands tall,
taller than anything
A harsh silence will fall,
with a roar of birth
for all that is beauty
is now here on earth.
This Spring Flower
Cynthia Jones
I never knew spring to be so harsh,
the breeze so full of life
and waves of sadness to,
I guess I never knew
Now the bud on the maple
is simply nothing more
than a start on a tree,
as never before
So holy. So why can I not birth
the feelings of silence, but
instead I roar with anger, so cruel
and new, this spring flower
Nothing To Fear
by Cynthia Jones
There is nothing to fear.
No, not this spring
we will roar in the breeze
as the tree gently sways
So happy, for the flower
that spurts from its bud
a new life exploding,
waiting in silence
The harsh tones are covered
with a holy blanket of green
A birth is exalted for us
to know, the wonder and splendor.
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