Your message of hope to a world tiring of winter’s starkness,
longing for that first crocus to push through snow’s icy blanket and spread its leaves,
like arms outstretched, to its creator.
Our yearly reminder, if we needed one, that to a world that was dark and cold,
a world devoid of love’s sweet warmth,
you sent your Son to break through sin’s icy blanket,
and, arms outstretched on a cross, he brought us hope.