Never a darker time was known
In Heaven or Earth below
When that path up to Golgatha
The Lord and Savior He did go

The sinless for the sinner
On His shoulders they were laid
And in His love and His mercy
The penalty He paid

Nailed to a cross
Lifted up on high
For the sins of the world
He chose to suffer and to die

But the grave couldn't hold him
The stone was rolled away
He conquered death once and for all
On that resurrection day

To me, Spring is a picture
Of that most glorious day
As nature's life is resurrected
From Winter's deathly grey

The vibrant deep green
As the plants begin to grow
The warm Spring rain
Instead of Winter's cold snow

A picture of the resurrection
To me Spring truly has to be
A type of resurrection from the grave
That you and I can see

I was challenged by a friend
To say something about Spring
As I thought of it in sleep
This rhyme is what that thought did bring.