EASTER SUNDAY
April l5, 200l
While I rest
in peace and quiet
There is a knock
at the door
It is filled with light
It is the Lord
He is now on guard
against the evil one
The Prince of Darkness
now must flee
He fears the light
His misdeeds
will be in sight
To whom will he turn
To the one who does not yearn
For the rock who
saves us
By His passion and death
On a cross that stood on a hill
Flanked on either side
by two thieves
Oh! the mystery of the cross
The contridiction of the world
Who is He
The Prince Of Peace
HE IS THE LORD
Regis