An Easter song:
Peter came in anguish on that Easter morning
Remembering that bitter night and the way he had run.
He could hear the accusations, hear himself denying,
He could hear the rooster crowing with the coming of the sun.
But on that Easter morning, a new day had begun.
His anguish would be taken with the rising of God’s Son.
Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia.
Mary came in sorrow on that Easter morning
Remembering that brutal hill and the way he had cried.
She couldn’t hide her tears, or the empty feeling
Or the haunting question of why he had to die.
But on that Easter morning, a new day had begun.
Her sorrow would be taken with the rising of God’s Son.
Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia.
Andrew came in anger on that Easter morning
Remembering the cruel way they had him crucified.
He couldn’t see their reasons or understand their fears
And he vowed that he’d never forgive their lies.
But on that Easter morning, a new day had begun.
His anger would be taken with the rising of God’s Son.
Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia.
Thomas came with questions on that Easter morning
Remembering the dreams they shared as they walked through Galilee.
Was he the Messiah, the one for whom they waited,
The one who would truly set them free?
But on that Easter morning, a new day had begun.
His questions would be taken with the rising of God’s Son.
Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia.
May the joy of Easter, the promise of a new day, fill us with hope!
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