The triumph of the Easter morn
Surrounds us everywhere;
The lilies lift their waxen forms
Into the springtime air.

The sting of death has disappeared
Because of One who gave
The bread of life to hungry ones...
A King and yet a slave.

"Because I live, ye shall live too";
"I shall prepare a place";
These were the words of life and hope
That all might see His face.

So He who overcame the world
Without an army's force
Remains today our Easter hope
To guide our wayward course.

Alice Kennelly Roberts

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