At Winters End

Rise Up ryes on the rise with soothing flours and Spring flowers Rise Up with handfuls of caraway seeds at Winters End all your cares will cease Rise up ryes on the rise the aroma of sunrise the butter on your bread Rise up to toast and jam dancing through your mourning for scripture says Joy cometh in the morning Rise up and kneel before the King ryes on the rise with resurrected flowers medallions of daffodils, lilies and a memory stone the heavy plank of death rolled ‘way by chosen angels Rise up to a day reborn beauty from ashes blind eyes opened by faith ryes on the rise molasses-colorized rose-colored glasses not a lie God cannot lie Rise up raise palms straight to the skies Taste and see that the Lord is good I’ll take a bite now with thanksgiving the whole loaf will last forever and ever opposite of til death do you part I will join the holy throng as a seed planted in eternal Spring Rise up, y’all meet the King of kings