Easter Day +++ Easter Wings

Easter Wings

By George Herbert

Lord, who createdst man in wealth and store,

      Though foolishly he lost the same, 

           Decaying more and more, 

                 Till he became 

                    Most poore: 

                    With thee 

                 O let me rise 

            As larks, harmoniously, 

      And sing this day thy victories: 

Then shall the fall further the flight in me. 

       My tender age in sorrow did beginne 

And still with sicknesses and shame. 

         Thou didst so punish sinne, 

                 That I became 

                   Most thinne. 

                    With thee 

                 Let me combine, 

            And feel thy victorie: 

         For, if I imp my wing on thine, 

       Affliction shall advance the flight in me. 

Risen Christ, for whom no door is locked, no entrance barred: open the doors of our hearts, that we may seek the good of others and walk the joyful road of sacrifice and peace, to the praise of God the Father. Amen.