The Morning After Glory

The stone is rolled, the veil is torn,

A risen King greets Easter morn.

But now the crowds have gone away,

And quiet falls on Monday’s day.

Yet still my heart begins to sing,

For death has lost its fatal sting.

Though lilies fade and hymns grow still,

The echo lingers – He lives still.

The cross once heavy, now brings peace,

The grave once feared, now brings release.

Hope didn’t end at break of dawn,

It grows more steady as time moves on.

So thank You, Lord, for more than light

That pierced the tomb and broke the night.

Thank You for Mondays, calm and clear,

Where faith still walks, though skies aren’t near.

For Easter isn’t just a date,

But daily grace to celebrate.

The Risen Christ, forever stays,

Alive in all our coming days.