Easter

Ester Sunday we were walking
Easter Sunday we were talking
Isabelle, my little one
Take my hand time has come
Isabella, all is glowing
Isabella, all is knowing
And my heart, Isabella
And my head, Isabella
Frederic and Vitalie
Savior dwells inside of thee
Oh, the path leads to the sun
Brother sister time has come
Isabella, all is glowing
Isabella, all is knowing
Isabella, we are dying
Isabella, we are rising
I am the spring the holy ground
I am the seed of mystery
The thorn the veil the face of grace
The brazen image the thief of sleep
The ambassador of dreams
The prince of peace
I am the sword the wound the stain
Scorned transfigured child of Cain
I rend I end I return again
I am the salt the bitter laugh
I am the gas in a womb of light
The evening star the ball of sight
That bleeds that sheds the tears of Christ
Dying and drying as I rise tonight
Isabella, we are rising