From Lent to Easter

We are pilgrims here just passing through;

We’ve mourned this Lent, dear Lord, with you.

We go through life, know grief and pain;

Know joy and love; know sun and rain.

Though tears and hurt beset our way;

We greet with hope each newborn day.

We go to Mass. We kneel in prayer;

We’re happy, knowing you are there.

You hold your arms out, calling us;

We’re coming, Lord, we cry, and thus.

Reach for the Gift we yearn for most,

The Gift of you, your sacred Host.

We walk right up and take our stand;

Receive you, Jesus, in our hand.

Your flesh burns through our every part;

It locks us, Jesus, heart to heart.

With ashes on our brow we went

Right through the forty days of Lent.

We stood awhile beneath your cross

And mourned with Mary for her loss.

We saw her stare down at her son,

Where dead He laid, her holy one.

A tear streaked down her paled face

And doomsday hung about that place.

In a little while she and they

Entombed Him in the earth that day.

For long grief-stricken hours they wept,

Heartbroken vigil for Him they kept.

For three days in the tomb He lay …

Till lo, at dawn that Easter day,

An angel in the doorway said,

“Your Christ has risen from the dead!”

"Behold the tomb!" It is quite clear

That raised, “He has gone from here!”

Ah! This is our white shining hope;

This makes us able, Lord, to cope.

To do the things you'd have us do,

To burn right up with love for you.

All this is ours since we were born —

This journey towards our Easter morn.

Though wracked at times by pain and fear,

We glory, knowing you are near.

We hear your voice above the strife,

"I am the resurrection and the life."

We're pilgrims here just passing through,

Our goal and destination, Oh Lord, is you.