Morning has broken, but this morning is different.
The birds are singing tunes of joy in the trees surrounding the graves. The flower buds are bursting in colors vibrant around each stone. We’ve come to visit the grave of a friend, but “he is not here”
The sun is rising in the East; The shadowed grays turn bright!
The son is risen in our hearts; darkness and death end in defeat.
Now we understand what Christ said, what God did.