Easter Sunday Morning
It's Easter Sunday morning
But the sun has yet to rise
If the Lord is up to something
He's tremendously disguised
Contagion has been rampant
Solitude's imposed
Fear is going viral
And the churches are all closed
On Easter Sunday morning
It's Easter Sunday morning
And we're totally perplexed
We're hiding in our cages
Lest they come to get us next
The Body has been broken
The charges have been laid
Our shame and our betrayals
Are endlessly replayed
On Easter Sunday morning
It's Easter Sunday morning
And the headlines all proclaim
Two thousand years later
And the world still looks the same
Kids still die from hunger
Cruelty still exists
We're told this was a triumph
But the darkness still persists
On Easter Sunday morning
It's Easter Sunday morning
And we're down upon our knees
The pain of our rebellion
The groaning of our pleas
A hint of unknown music
Fills the frightened room
Teasing us with rumours
About an empty tomb
On Easter Sunday morning
It's Easter Sunday morning
And mystery abounds
There's rumbling 'neath the surface
There's shackles on the ground
A glimpse is all we're promised
A sign of things unseen
There's light on the horizon
The atmosphere is clean
On Easter Sunday morning
On Easter Sunday morning
On Easter Sunday morning
Running to the tomb
With tears in our eyes
Right before the dawn
On Easter Sunday morning
On Easter Sunday morning
But the sun has yet to rise
If the Lord is up to something
He's tremendously disguised
Contagion has been rampant
Solitude's imposed
Fear is going viral
And the churches are all closed
On Easter Sunday morning
It's Easter Sunday morning
And we're totally perplexed
We're hiding in our cages
Lest they come to get us next
The Body has been broken
The charges have been laid
Our shame and our betrayals
Are endlessly replayed
On Easter Sunday morning
It's Easter Sunday morning
And the headlines all proclaim
Two thousand years later
And the world still looks the same
Kids still die from hunger
Cruelty still exists
We're told this was a triumph
But the darkness still persists
On Easter Sunday morning
It's Easter Sunday morning
And we're down upon our knees
The pain of our rebellion
The groaning of our pleas
A hint of unknown music
Fills the frightened room
Teasing us with rumours
About an empty tomb
On Easter Sunday morning
It's Easter Sunday morning
And mystery abounds
There's rumbling 'neath the surface
There's shackles on the ground
A glimpse is all we're promised
A sign of things unseen
There's light on the horizon
The atmosphere is clean
On Easter Sunday morning
On Easter Sunday morning
On Easter Sunday morning
Running to the tomb
With tears in our eyes
Right before the dawn
On Easter Sunday morning
On Easter Sunday morning
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Writer(s): Fr Mark Baumgarten
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