Daffodowndilly

~ A.A. Milne

She wore her yellow sun-bonnet,
      She wore her greenest gown;
She turned to the south wind
      And curtsied up and down.
She turned to the sunlight
      And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbour:
      “Winter is dead.”

Palm Sunday Princess

After church Palm Sunday, this little one started making herself a crown of flowers… I stuck bobby pins in place to hold them, but the artwork is all her own.

Alleluia! Christ is risen

CHRIST our Passover is sacrificed for us:
Therefore let us keep the feast,
Not with old leaven, neither with the leaven of malice and wickedness:
But with the unleavened bread of sincerity and truth.

CHRIST being raised from the dead dieth no more:
Death hath no more dominion over him.
For in that he died, he died unto sin once:
But in that he liveth, he liveth unto God.
Likewise reckon ye also yourselves to be dead indeed unto sin:
But alive unto God through Jesus Christ our Lord.

CHRIST is risen from the dead:
And become the firstfruits of them that slept.
For since by man came death:
By man came also the resurrection of the dead.
For as in Adam all die:
Even so in Christ shall all be made alive.

Glory be to the Father, and to the Son:
And to the holy Ghost;
As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be:
World without end. Amen.

Ah, holy Jesus, how hast Thou offended,

Ah, holy Jesus, how hast Thou offended,
That man to judge Thee hath in hate pretended?
By foes derided, by Thine own rejected,
O most afflicted.

Who was the guilty? Who brought this upon Thee?
Alas, my treason, Jesus, hath undone Thee.
’Twas I, Lord, Jesus, I it was denied Thee!
I crucified Thee.

Lo, the Good Shepherd for the sheep is offered;
The slave hath sinned, and the Son hath suffered;
For man’s atonement, while he nothing heedeth,
God intercedeth.

For me, kind Jesus, was Thy incarnation,
Thy mortal sorrow, and Thy life’s oblation;
Thy death of anguish and Thy bitter passion,
For my salvation.

Therefore, kind Jesus, since I cannot pay Thee,
I do adore Thee, and will ever pray Thee,
Think on Thy pity and Thy love unswerving,
Not my deserving.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Words: Jo­hann Heer­man, Herz­lieb­ster Je­su, 1630; trans­lat­ed from Ger­man to Eng­lish by Ro­bert S. Bridg­es, 1899.

Music: Herz­lieb­ster Je­su, Jo­hann Crü­ger, 1640. Bach used this mu­sic as the ba­sis for part of his St. Mat­thew Pas­sion.