Thursday, January 17, 2008

THEN CAME THE MORNING



They all walked away, with nothing to say,
They'd just lost their dearest friend.
All that He said, now He was dead,
So this was the way it would end.
The dreams they had dreamed were not what they'd seemed,
Now that He was dead and gone.
The garden, the jail, the hammer, the nail,
How could a night be so long.

Then came the morning, night turned into day;
The stone was rolled away, hope rose with the dawn.
Then came the morning, shadows vanished before the sun,
Death had lost and life had won, for morning had come.

The angel, the star, the kings from afar,
The wedding, the water, the wine.
Now it was done, they'd taken her son,
Wasted before his time.
She knew it was true, she'd watched him die too,
She'd heard them call Him just a man,
But deep in her heart, she knew from the start,
Somehow her Son would live again
Then came the morning, night turned into day;
The stone was rolled away, hope rose with the dawn.
Then came the morning, shadows vanished before the sun,
Death had lost and life had won, for morning had come.

Then came the morning, shadows vanished before the sun,
Death had lost and life had won, for morning had come.

Morning had come.

4 comments:

mark pierson said...

Cristina, I admire your courage and unflinching stand for Christ over at BC blog. I look up to you and James as you stand for truth. May Christ continue to be glorified in both your lives as you both live for Him.

Baptist Girl said...

Thank you Mark. I feel the same of you.

Cristina

Jungle Mom said...

Not that emotions are to be our guide, but, this did give me goose bumps!

Baptist Girl said...

Hey Rita,
Good to see you *S*. It did the same for me when I heard it for the first time. I hope all is well with you and your dear family.

Cristina