Always Easter
You say it happend long ago
And in a far off land
Where men and women spoke a tongue
I would not understand
That centuries have come and gone
Since that triumphant day
And that the garden where he walked
Is half a world away.
He walks in every garden, friend
And every rock-sealed tomb
Opens 'neath His shining hand
As springtime flowers bloom.
For every dawn is Easter dawn
On every sunrise hill
The earthbound glimpse eternity
And meet the Master still.
by Grace Watkins
