Easter Sunday: The Lord's Day

On this blessed morn, the sun rises high,

We gather together, hearts open wide.

The flowers bloom, a sign of grace,

In every smile, we find His face.

The trumpets sound, the angels sing,

On Easter Sunday, our hearts take wing.

The stone rolled away, the darkness has fled,

A promise renewed, where hope is bred.

Easter Sunday, the Lord's own day,

In joy and love, we find our way.

With every prayer, every heartfelt song,

We celebrate where we all belong.

From every corner, we come and kneel,

His love surrounds us, we know it's real.

In sacred whispers, our spirits soar,

With faith united, forevermore.

The sun shines bright on this holy ground,

In His embrace, our souls are found.

Easter Sunday, the Lord's own day,

In joy and love, we find our way.

With every prayer, every heartfelt song,

We celebrate where we all belong.

With open hearts, we share His light,

In every shadow, He’s our might.

Together as one, we’ll stand tall,

For on this day, He’s risen for all.

So let us lift our voices high,

On this Easter morn, let love testify.

In every heart, His light will stay,

On Easter Sunday, the Lord's own day.