At the font we start our journey,
in the Easter faith baptized;
doubts and fears no longer blind us,
by the light of Christ surprised.
Hope held out and realized.
At the pulpit we are fashioned
by the Easter tale retold
into witnesses and prophets,
by the power of Christ made bold.
Faith proclaimed, yet still untold.
At the altar we are nourished
with the Easter gift of bread;
in our breaking it to pieces
see the love of Christ outspread.
Life embraced, yet freely shed.
At the organ we are sharers,
as the Easter anthems ring,
in a joyful celebration
of the reign of Christ the King.
Praise resounds and prayer takes wing.
At the door we are commissioned,
now the Easter victory's won,
to restore a world divided
to the peace of Christ as one.
Easter's work must still be done.