Early April' 2018
Lies the lay; of white or'e white
Sleeps the the frog, fierce the blight
Snow-drops sturdy sleep again awhile
Easter hares; gifts of eggs and smiles
Early come's this tale of old;
Jesus gentle on a donkey Jesus bold,
Struck the the lenders took his cup
Walked His walk; and drank it up.'
Took the dregs of hells deep tomb
Raised them to His fathers rooms.'
Reurned again to lift his men.'
An early riser he was, come to them.'
Again He is also early come,
Many will listen; to the One.'
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