Old Cowbelle: Each Easter Sunday
I look into the past and see
our small ones,
crisp and shiny in home-sewn outfits
and polished shoes.
I feel the excitement of this
Blessed day as I see the sun come up
brighter than yesterday,
and I feel JOY!
I look back beyond those days and see
face upturned and filled with awe,
her grief of yesterday wiped
Today her battered Son is whole again
for you, for me!
Because of this I look ahead
and see the day when Jesus comes
to claim His own, His everyone.
For it is everyone He died to save,
and give to each His gift of life!
I weep for those of the everyone
who turn away and reject
His timeless gift!
Copyright 1978 Ina Murray