It's still Easter!

I've been away for far too long, but it's only busy-ness keeping me away (although I had a PE scare this week -- false alarm, thank you Lord!). I still have the pain that scared me, but am hopeful it will go away soon (I did see my doctor). After several readers checked in on me (mwah!), I thought I'd just pop in and let you know I'm still sewing (three of the dresses have already needed altering -- a pattern-maker I'm not), and three left to sew, I have a couple more First Holy Communion rosaries to make, and I'm knitting like a fool to help my anxiety. But, I'm still here.

I really wanted to share this song, from Easter at Ephesus. I listen to this song over and over, I just love it. This is the story of the Passion and the Resurrection all in one song, and it's so, so beautiful. I hope this is what heaven sounds like. I tried to find the lyrics, but the interwebs have failed -- I discovered something that could not be found on the internet. Ok, I couldn't stand it, so I typed the lyrics in for you.

And I promise to try and come back before the weekend is over with something more substantial (although it's kind of unlikely, now that I think of my schedule). I just wanted you to know I had not keeled over (yet).

 

Her Triumph from Benedictine Sisters on Vimeo.

The crowds that waved palms now deride,

He is by Peter thrice denied

And faithless, the apostles flee.

God ruined, who could stay to see

The Passion of the Church begun

His Body mystic set upon

Defiled by ruthless hands

In blows, and curses, spit and bands?

Crucified in sorrows great,

His truths are posed as crimes of hate.

When His commandments none will teach

His Blood cannot His members reach.

Disfigured and of beauty reft

He sees below a remnant left

And in His gasping pleas, 

He entrusts you, faithful Mother, to these.

Three days of darkness He lies slain,

No semblance of His Church remains,

Extinguished by the blindness of sin

And the betrayals from within.

O Mother, will your triumph be

Now, when His foes claim victory? 

O will He find faith upon the earth

Apart from you, who gave Him birth?

While it appears the faith is gone

Alone in you the faith lives on.

I will not dwell in faithless gloom,

Nor hasten to an empty tomb.

He came all-glorious to you, 

His wounded hands outstretched anew.

And I believe, with my whole heart, 

I believe His Body will rise and receive

The victory!