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<\/a>Perhaps this was the way the disciples felt after Jesus died. They saw it happen. They were in shock. They wondered why it ended this way. They had devoted their lives to Jesus and now, He was gone.<\/p>\n<\/p>\n
Oh and how Mary must have wondered what God was up to. She knew Jesus was the Son of God. She knew He was the Anointed One. How could the Messiah lead Israel into victory from a tomb?<\/p>\n
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I can\u2019t imagine all the emotions they felt, but I suspect their grief was unbearable. I suspect their hopes and dreams had faded. I suspect they chastised themselves for believing in this man.<\/p>\n
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Just as Jesus brings great hope and joy to our own lives, Sunday morning came with renewed hope, new dreams and greater faith in the Christ. Oh how beautiful that morning must have been. Tears turned to laughter. Mourning to dancing. Weariness to strength.<\/p>\n
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Perhaps your hopes and dreams have been squashed. Maybe you\u2019re under the burden of grief. Or maybe you just can\u2019t seem to find it in yourself to continue on this faith journey. Whatever it is you are going through, Jesus is the One who can lead you to a better place. He will comfort. He will give strength. He will calm your fears. He will be with you. And gloriously, the morning will come.<\/p>\n
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I pray that as you read through these lyrics and listen to this melody that you will be touched by the hand of Jesus. I pray that your eyes would be opened to the miracle of that Sunday morning. I pray that morning has dawned for you.<\/p>\n
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\u201cThen Came the Morning\u201d<\/p>\n
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They all walked away, with nothing to say,
\nThey’d just lost their dearest friend.
\nAll that He said, now He was dead,
\nSo this was the way it would end.<\/p>\n
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The dreams they had dreamed were not what they’d seemed,
\nNow that He was dead and gone.
\nThe garden, the jail, the hammer, the nail,
\nHow could a night be so long.<\/p>\n
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Then came the morning, night turned into day;
\nThe stone was rolled away, hope rose with the dawn.
\nThen came the morning, shadows vanished before the sun,
\nDeath had lost and life had won, for morning had come.<\/p>\n
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The angel, the star, the kings from afar,
\nThe wedding, the water, the wine.
\nNow it was done, they’d taken her son,
\nWasted before his time.<\/p>\n
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She knew it was true, she’d watched him die too,
\nShe’d heard them call Him just a man,
\nBut deep in her heart, she knew from the start,
\nSomehow her Son would live again.<\/p>\n
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Then came the morning, night turned into day; <\/p>\n
\nThe stone was rolled away, hope rose with the dawn.
\nThen came the morning, shadows vanished before the sun,
\nDeath had lost and life had won, for morning had come.[i]<\/a><\/p>\n