Morning Light

Morning has broken.

Dawn has arrived.

Our precious Lord Jesus

He has survived!

Death could not prevail,

Though try as it might,

To keep hope in it’s grip.

Life burst forth into light.

The promises of the ages

Came shining forth,

As told by many sages.

God’s glorious grace

Is now ours to have.

Death and sorrow it does replace.

Our soul’s enemy

His grasp he must loose.

No longer must he

Be allowed to confuse.

Look up! Reach out!

Of His great love take hold.

And as your reward

Heaven is your eternal abode!

By: Ann Martin

April 15, 2001

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