"Then Came The Morning" By Gloria Gaither & Guy Penrod

The emotion of a mother
Left without her son
A pain like no other
T'was more true with this one

He of humble nature
Had served all selflessly
The hope of the future
Now lay cold...breathlessly

Her life had become empty
Grown dark as the night
He'd suffered so greatly!
What could offer her light?

From humble birth without a room
He'd submitted to all that came
His body in a borrowed tomb
What would become of His good name?

She would attend to His last needs
And care for His battered body
Remembering His greatest deeds
Which He'd done for everybody

Then word came, His body was gone?
The stone had been rolled away!
He had risen along with the dawn
And, oh, the brightness of day!

What greater joy could a mother know
Than that her child will live again
Overcome with tears endless in flow
Life would go on without an end



I was on the phone with a dear friend who has been like a mother to me.
She told me this utube had given her comfort.
She has already lost two children and
now has a daughter with brain cancer
who has progressed to the point she cannot talk.
I watched the video and felt the emotion and
I love the words.

I picture this woman- without the crowd, makeup, and fancy hair
Telling the story out in nature just as Mary would have if she'd been here
I picture this man in flowing gown
on a hillside with angels to surround


They all walked away, with nothing to say. They'd just lost their dearest friend.
All that He said, no 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 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 angel, the star, the kings from afar, The wedding, the water , the wine.
Noe 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 morinng had come.

The came the morning, shadows vanished before the sun,
Death had lost and Life had won, for morning had come
Morning had come