When I'm young
It’s about the sweets—
Gathering at the start line,
waiting for the signal.
Leaving everyone I know
behind me, I dash off in pursuit.
Gathering at the start line,
waiting for the signal.
Leaving everyone I know
behind me, I dash off in pursuit.
The chocolate, the candy,
Chocolate bunnies, Easter eggs.
It's the thrill of the hunt
And the treasures inside.
When I'm older
It’s a different day, but not a special day.
Sit through a church sermon,
go shopping, and cook.
Relatives, even those unfavorable ones,
Make a special trip to the house,
Where we laugh our way through conversation.
When everyone leaves, the cleaning begins.
Sit through a church sermon,
go shopping, and cook.
Relatives, even those unfavorable ones,
Make a special trip to the house,
Where we laugh our way through conversation.
When everyone leaves, the cleaning begins.
I hunt for a reason to even be excited.
When I'm dying
I finally see the importance.
It's peeling back the layers that society
has covered Easter in—looking beyond circumstances
and fabrications of the day.
I finally see the importance.
It's peeling back the layers that society
has covered Easter in—looking beyond circumstances
and fabrications of the day.
I reflect back on the resurrection.
Salvation from the cross,
The love of my Savior.
I know there is life after death.
My hunt for Christ has been satisfied.
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