Alleluia in the morning
where stars wait to fade,
no sign of storm or weather warning
everything is calm
and yet,
hands of youth are swaying
love is in clear bloom,
birds low and loudly saying
thanks be to the one
who gave us freedom.
We didn't even ask
but He took up the task
and carried the weight of the cross
so we wouldn't be at loss,
all this time
He never committed any crime.
Every bitter tear
that made the soldiers sneer
He knew what He must do
He followed faithfully through,
without a word
He, in his heart, heard.
Father forgive them
they know not what they've done,
acting like a wavering stem
but they too will soon see the sun,
don't you know
how His love can flow?
Alleluia in the breaking dawn
where day clouds linger,
but a trustworthy friend won't be gone
they'll hold out their finger
and while,
sadness strikes the tree roots
wholesome fruit grows,
and heavenly echoed flutes
will tuck us in at night.
