Solice At Eastertide

Upon the glen, the sun is born, an orb as yellow, as the corn. Today upon this blessed morn, The veil of death and sin was torn. How bitter sweet our faith does lie, the son of God we did crucify. Yet death our Lord did defy. What love, our God, did bestow, No greater love we'll ever know. I ponder this on pastures green... What reason can we be forlorn? For we should know that when we die, bought by his blood, as white as snow, we shall enter into his grace, clean. Minuanetta Contest Sponsor: Emile Pinet Date: 04.20.2020