Easter Morning
March 24, 2008 by Neil
The garden of creation
Was Adam’s glad employ;
The garden of redemption
Is Jesus’ right and joy.
The grains of wheat there planted
Will bear much fruit this day,
The sunlight of the morning
Will chase the night away.
The new creation wakens
Before his skilful hand;
The thorns and thistles vanish
At Jesus’ royal command.
The tree of life has blossomed,
The flaming sword is stilled;
The gardener has triumphed
Just as his father willed.
From Easter Oratorio by Dr N T Wright
