One Morning of Each Year

    “One Morning of Each Year,” Ensign, Apr. 1972, 25

    One Morning of Each Year

    Sunrise, and I’m up and watching

    golden rockets break apart the clouds; the luster

    of the early Sabbath sky; stars, fleeing the glory

    of the Easter sun.

    I hear the songs, the choirs to heaven

    sending praises, and the reply of angels.

    Aye, they rejoice with us—heaven and earth

    in one bright bond.

    The birds in chorus blend

    as dew drips slowly from each leaf

    to water earth once more;

    And my mind reflects again, as past,

    one morning of each year, an old familiar

    tune that’s often sung;

    But—on this day, it grips my heart

    and tugs it so to let the words slip

    past my trembling lips, to say,

    in thanks,

    I know that my Redeemer lives, what comfort …

    In tears my voice gives way,

    and I can only gaze into the sky

    through which he rose and listen

    more intently to the songs,

    and know he lives!