The Christ has died, reversed the flow
Of history, time and weal and woe;
The crimson tide that spreads its store
Has brought its cleansing to our shore.

So lives of sand come firm on rock,
And dunes can spread and palms can mock
The wind that buffets day and night,
Where lives were wrecked from all its might.

He stills the waves and stems the tides
And evermore His love abides;
Encouraging saints to follow on
As daily faith bends t’ward the Dawn.

Our Lord is God and He has come
To rescue us — and all, in sum
Restorer of creation, He,
All seasons, places, at His knee.

A Friend who rescues from despair
And we are joyful in His care;
For surely as we live and breathe -
A better self we shall receive.

He comes earth's promise to fulfill
Though nature groans in waiting, still
His Spirit joins our sighs within
To guide our prayers to God’s ‘Amen.'

-- Laurie Barber, Easter 2017