On this Easter Morning
On this Easter morning, wake me up, I pray.
With bleary eyes, I’m trying to start my day.
I’m Your child, but I feel like a lump of clay.
Since You made Adam from
dust, I have hope still.
Mold me and form me,
according to Your will.
Breathe in me life, may the
Holy Spirit fill.
You’re still in the
business of raising the dead.
I’m encouraged by the
Scriptures I have read.
We did have death, but You
gave us life instead.
And as we celebrate the
day You arose,
We belong to You, from our
heads to our toes.
Your blood purchased us
from the enemy’s woes.
Holy Father, thanks for
the gift of Your Son.
“It is finished,” He had
said. So it is done.
Through His sacrifice, we
have already won.
And so, this Easter
Morning as we arise,
Through Jesus, we have
found favor in Your eyes,
And have eternal hope when
the body dies.
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