A little late after Easter but better late than never

In these days of gray and darkness
Of fear and hurt and pain
Let us look back and recall
The perfect truth again

In our trails may we seek
The peace of the whitest dove
And be in joy of all we’ve been granted
Through the perfect sacrifice of love

For in ages gone by
A time hundreds of generations past
The personification of unending love
Would gasp and breathe his last

But shortly after
With only three days gone by
He rose again to endless life
So man no more may die