Come to Me in April
Come to me in April
when the chill of March winds have died
and the flowers that struggle to bloom
now find sun rays that warm and loom;
come to me in April
when all the winter cold slips reluctantly away
and the garden breathes anew swept by spring brooms
with daffodils and tulips from the earth exhumed;
come to me in April
when all my memories float on by
escaping the tears never meant to cry
and what was can never be undone;
come to me in April
when the tide of Easter resurrection lives again
God's promise to the souls of men
that life goes on beyond the here and now;
come to me in April
when all our dreams are reawakened
and the bonds of love are never shaken
freely given, ready for the taking.
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