When Christ arose on Easter morn,
In glory and in grace,
He walked within the garden,
Making it a holy place,
For everywhere the Saviour walked,
A pure white lily grew,
And shed its fragrance on the air,
To scent the morning dew.
And still the Easter lilies grow,
And blossom on the way,
As they followed in Christ's footsteps,
On that first glad Easter Day.
Come to India for a holiday. Visit Coorg the Scotland of the East. Go to
http://www.holidayincoorg.webs.com
email address holidayincoorg@gmail.com
jollyweez
It is because Christ is pure that a Lily grows from his footsteps. I am honoured to be on the list of your friends. Thank you unclefrank for the lovely poem.