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From Good Friday’s gruesome darkness

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From Good Friday’s gruesome darkness

To the rise of Easter Morn

Lies a path beyond our coyness,

Path that holds the newly born.

 

In between us and this brightness

Lies our inner Hades night

Which when faced with deep awareness

Can transform our mind with light.

 

The illusions which deform life

Centre round our wealth and power

When we think they are the midwife

Who can birth the Spirit’s flower.

 

Every Easter strips illusions,

Like a loin cloth from a cross,

By exposing self deceptions

Till our gain is seen as loss.

 

In our Easter time of wonder,

Freed from chains of time and space,

May God’s love, above and under,

Be our entry point to grace.

 

Alternative tune: STUTTGART
Text and Music © William Livingstone Wallace.

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