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O death, where is your sting?

2000 years ago today...
the world was forever changed
death was defeated.
the grave was conquered.
Jesus Christ rose triumphantly to life
Hope is the victor.
Life is ours to receive. 
abundant, full.
Peace is ours to experience. 
liberally, daily.
Grace has been poured out.
 freely, without limit.
i hope so much that you've believed, trusted, received.
He did it all for you.

i feel lighter this morning. like a burden has been lifted all over again. do you? 
Hope has risen from the grave: alive, victorious and seated at the right hand of Almighty God, actively and constantly interceding on our behalf. oh, how he loves us.

See, what a morning, gloriously bright, 
With the dawning of hope in Jerusalem;
Folded the grave-clothes, tomb filled with light, 
As the angels announce, "Christ is risen!" 
See God's salvation plan, 
Wrought in love, borne in pain, paid in sacrifice, 
Fulfilled in Christ, the Man, 
For He lives: Christ is risen from the dead! 

See Mary weeping, "Where is He laid?" 
As in sorrow she turns from the empty tomb; 
Hears a voice speaking, calling her name; 
It's the Master, the Lord raised to life again! 
The voice that spans the years, 
Speaking life, stirring hope, bringing peace to us, 
Will sound till He appears, 
For He lives: Christ is risen from the dead! 

One with the Father, Ancient of Days, 
Through the Spirit who clothes faith with certainty.
Honor and blessing, glory and praise 
To the King crowned with pow'r and authority! 
And we are raised with Him, 
Death is dead, love has won, Christ has conquered; 
And we shall reign with Him, 
For He lives: Christ is risen from the dead!

- "See What a Morning" | Words and Music by Keith Getty and Stuart Townend

**edited and reposted from last Easter **

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