The Word
Song and photography by Pearl Roycroft
There was a Word
Before the seas were drawn
And the earth received her form
There was a Song
Whispered at the first dawn
And hidden in each lightning storm
There was a Son
Born to a poor family
Who fled to a foreign country
There was a Man
Who turned water into wine
Before His appointed time
* * * * *
You spoke the Truth
The law anew
In stories
They tied your hands
Devised a plan
To kill Thee
Your body bruised
The angels knew
You loved me
The trees stood still
You climbed the hill
Silently
The sun went down
God shook the ground
All to see
Rocks split in two
They saw the truth
You were He
Laid in the grave
You took the blame
I am free
Then you rose
My only hope
I believe
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Pearl Roycroft—Regular Contributor
A gardener by morning, napper by afternoon and hostess by night, Pearl considers herself the luckiest girl in the world. She is a cacao enthusiast from the Perth Hills, who lives with a pet bird, a close sister and many trees. Pearl has travelled to unique places around the globe and across the country in her red van, of which you can read about at Pitter Patter Paper. For love, she makes music. Check out her album Closing Doors on Bandcamp and Spotify.