Your Body is like first taste of spring;
as it enters the awaiting, growth finds its cling;
the roots sent forth begin to sprawl;
and within all hear Your whispered call.
Your Body is like lost love now sown,
where thorns of hatred have overgrown;
choking once where darkness crept,
now lit by the love of selfless Son spent.
Your Blood is like true laughing joy,
after years of sadness to it destroyed;
gloom that loomed where emptiness lie,
now washed and filled with sacrifice.
Your Blood is like the smell of storm,
where drought has rendered dust and scorn;
mighty rains sent forth quench absorbent earth;
to every inch it touches seeps rebirth.