EASTER MORN

Oh glorious, Holy Easter morn
the Son rising brighter than ever before,
a new way, a new day, Your gift from the Cross
our places in Heaven no longer lost.

Hope sprang eternal from out Your tomb
she’s ever abiding from our time in the womb,
despair has been sent running, no more to impair
awaiting Your promises, we bask in Your Care.

All of Creation is glowing like never before
with a heavenly aura, a glimpse of what lays in store,
for those who would follow the Master’s Way
praise, glory and honour to You ever to pay.

Let us shout Halleluia, lift our voices in praise
our arms to the Heavens forever to raise,
hearts and souls joyfully singing Your praises on high
till the time when You call, and to heaven draw nigh.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Apr. 04, 2007