Now the green blade rises

Now the green blade rises from the buried grain;
Wheat that in the dark earth many days has lain.
Love lives again, like grain that sleeps unseen;
Love is come again like wheat that springs up green.

When our hearts are wintry, grieving or in pain;

Jesus touch can call us back to life again.

Fields of our hearts that dead and bare have been;

Love is come again like wheat that springs up green.

John M.C.Crum (1872-1958)

Spring officially begins in a little over two weeks. Across the country daffodils are already appearing. Trees and shrubs are producing new growth. The grass is green and growing. Soon it will be time to mow the lawn. Gardens that a month ago seemed lifeless now speak of the hope that winter is almost at an end. All around nature mirrors the promise of God that neither death nor the difficulties of this world have the final word. As we wait for Easter we do so in confidence, knowing that all that seems dead and bare in our lives will be brought to life when love comes again.