The green blade rises
From the dead and buried grain,
a new life begins
From the dirt in which it was lain,
From the God-man who was slain,
Out of death comes a brand new life.
A life now broken
Comes to the end of self,
The pain of giving up
Cuts sharper than one can tell,
The weakness of the flesh
Rings louder than a bell,
But out of death comes a brand new life.
The life now broken
Is replaced by resurrection power,
Being spiritually minded
Brings its life in the needed hour,
Cuts out the need
to build a Babylonish tower,
Out of death has come a brand new life.
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