In Everything both great and small
We see the hand of God in all,
And in the miracles of Spring
When EVERYWHERE in EVERYTHING
His handiwork is all around
And every lovely light and sound
Proclaims the GOD of earth and sky
I ask myself ‘JUST WHO AM I?’

Let Not Your Heart Be Troubled
Let not your soul be sad
Easter is a time of joy
When all hearts should be glad.

Although it happened long ago,
that first glad Easter day;
within the true believer’s heart,
it’s just as real today.

The sleeping earth awakens
The robins start to sing,
The flowers open wide their eyes
to tell us it Spring,

For you I shed my blood,
each drop a pool of mankinds hatred.

For you I hung my head and wept the tears of salt,
bitter and burning in wounds open, festered.

The sleeping earth awakens
The robins start to sing,
The flowers open wide their eyes
to tell us it Spring,
the bleakness of the winter…

Although it happened long ago,
that first glad Easter day;
within the true believer’s heart,
it’s just as real today.

Let Not Your Heart Be Troubled
Let not your soul be sad
Easter is a time of joy
When all hearts should be glad.

In Everything both great and small
We see the hand of God in all,
And in the miracles of Spring
When EVERYWHERE in EVERYTHING…