When Christ comes to die on Calvary, created things all held their breath,
They hide their face in the darkened sky, and nothing now moves on the hillside,
Except a white lily blows in the dark heart of spring.
When Mary comes seeking that first easter morn, she thinks her Lord sure to be dead.
In grief for the Savior she weeps at the tomb, her tears are soon turned into gladness,
For there a white lily blows in the dark heart of spring. Alleluia!
When death comes in all its terror by night, disquieting all solitude,
The Christ who arose from the dead proclaims, "The tomb is now empty forever!"
And still a white lily blows in the dark heart of spring. Alleluia!
Text H. Letterman
This anthem was being sung as I looked up at the lilies decorating the windows of the sanctuary. A surreptious snap of my camera will help me remember this music and this moment.
