How comes this flower to bloom so fair, With loveliest fragrance to fill the air? A short time ago the seed lay dead, The cold, wintry ground its desolate bed.
But now, behold, from the dampened earth, Without a sound to betray its birth, This thing of beauty has blossomed and grown To possess a loveliness all its own.
And as we view it, standing there With a majesty quite beyond compare, A mighty conviction grips the heart: This beautiful flow’r has a counterpart.
Our Savior once suffered and died for sin. Though no one so righteous as He had been. It seemed that the devil had sealed His doom As they buried His body in Joseph’s tomb.
But what is this wonder that greets our eyes As the rays of the third morning’s sun arise? Behold, He is risen! The grave could not hold The Author of Life; the Anointed of God!
And now the dead who have trusted in His name, Though sleeping in Jesus, will rise again With bodies more glorious than this flower –Sown in weakness, but raised in power!
C.R.S.
by Pastor Cornelius R. Stam / Two Minutes with the Bible
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