For the truth we face has a common grace –
Not a solo but a chorale –
and the love is wide that is multiplied
by a Savior who walks with us all.
The garden invites us to share
all our fear, doubt, failure, addiction,
and we still old shame when we speak its name,
and find new benediction. Refrain
The hymn of the garden’s still true
and its third verse send us to mission,
for it bids us go to each place of woe
and needs no new edi-tion. Refrain
Now the Peace of Easter
(Now the Green Blade Rises)
Now our words are spoken, now our trust is born.
Energies are rising – we prepare to learn.
We pass our peace and share our neighbors’ need
and the holy Gardener gives us shoot and seed.
Green comes up in churches – care for earth and air,
stewardship of resource — renewal and repair.
Damage is done that makes creation weep —
Easter opens graves of all that is buried deep.
Now the peace of Easter rests on each one here,
rising like the morning, falling like the tear.
Raised from the dead – Christ love for us is seen –
Easter comes again like wheat arising green.