Monday's Mourning Ministry - Then Came the Morning ~Gloria Gaither / ~Gaither Vocal Band with Guy Penrod

Monday's Mourning Ministry

Then Came the Morning

~Gloria Gaither

~Gaither Vocal Band

with Guy Penrod

They had sealed His broken body in a half-way finished tomb,

and even that was loaned them by a friend.

And they spent the endless hours wondering who would be the next,

and why things so perfect had to end.

And if it weren't enough to haunt them that their hopes and dreams were gone,

shattered by the hammer and some nails,

the silent accusation of the fear that gripped their hearts

made a farce of everything He'd told them from the start.

They said now that it was over,

she should go and get some rest.

She was sure they all had meant well with their words,

but for her it wasn't over ~

it would never, never be!

Her child would always be alive to her!

The things that she had stored there deep within her breast

paraded back and forth across her mind.

From the moment she had felt this baby leap within her womb,

she'd known somehow that life could not be sealed up in a tomb...

It seemed I'd gone forever without a ray of hope.

My prayers just echoed empty down the hall.

The statements that I'd made returned at night to question me,

and no one seemed to answer when I'd call.

Music and the joy and all the friends I had were gone,

and all I had to hold to were His words

that promised to be with me and never let me go,

so that is what I held to; that was all that I could know.

Sometimes we meet together in our cloistered upper rooms,

we drink the wine and share the broken bread

and promise one another to be true unto the end

to all the things our Lord and Master said,

and yet when we're facing the dark times of our lives,

those hallelujahs seem so far away.

Our failures and our humanness is all we seem to hear,

and all our best intentions seem to melt and disappear.

Listen to me!

When the final word is spoken, and the last farewell is said,

and gone is all our chance to sell or buy,

when the last child is delivered and the last soul laid to rest,

and all the tears are shed we'll ever have to cry,

when the sands of time have sifted through the minutes and the days,

what's done is done and what's said is said,

just before the music fades from all our songs of faith and hope,

a trumpet blast will bring the shout of victory and we'll know,

Death has Lost, Life has Won,

and morning, Morning has come!

~Gloria Gaither

Then Came the Morning

~Gaither Vocal Band

with Guy Penrod

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 rollled 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 then 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!

The came the morning,

Shadows vanished before the sun,

Death had lost and Life had won,

For morning had come!

O Morning had come!

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