Morning Has Broken

As the angel said to the women, “He is risen! He is not here. See the place where they laid Him.” (Mark 16:6).

The time to journey to Emmaus has arrived.  As we stand before the empty tomb, we walk in the light of a new day. 
The empty tomb stands as a constant reminder that Jesus is alive and He is among us. He is alive and He is working.  He might not be doing exactly what I want Him to be doing, but there’s no doubt that He’s doing something glorious. Morning has broken...

 

Morning has Broken

 

Morning has broken like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the Word

Sweet the rains new fall, sunlit from Heaven
Like the first dewfall on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where His feet pass

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God's recreation of the new day

Morning has broken like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for them springing fresh from the Word