Joy is here

Night can be seen
On her heels
Running so fast;
Like clouds
In the sky,
As if by Light
She is chased;
Darkness soon,
Will be gone,
And supreme
Will reign Light;
The suffering
And death of
Good Friday
Shall soon be
A thing of the past;
Hear Easter knocking
At the door
Asking to be let in;
Who can stop him?
Whenever our winter
Comes, with her cold
And suffering,
Let’s not despair;
But get ready for joy
Which will soon be ours.
Winter is gone;
Suffering is dead;
Easter is born;
Joy is here.
All the world shines
Brightly.

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