What are the words to the recitation Gloria Gaither does to Then Came the Morning?

Answer 1

They had sealed his broken body in a halfway finished tomb. Even that was loaned to them by a friend. Then they spent the endless hours wondering who would be the next and why things so perfect had to end. If it weren't enough to haunt them that their hopes and dreams were gone, shattered by a hammer and some nails, the silent accusations of the fears that gripped their hearts made a farce of everything he told them from the start. They said, "now it was over", she should go and get some rest. She was sure that they all had meant well with their words but for her it wasn't over. It would never, never be. Her child would always be alive to her. Things that she stored away there deep within her breasts paraded back and forth across her mind. From the moment she had felt this baby leap within her womb, she knew that life could not be sealed up within a tomb. It seemed I had gone forever without a ray of hope. My prayers just echoed empty down the hall. The statements that I made returned at night to question me and no one seemed to answer when I called. The music, the joy and all my friends I had were gone and all I had to hold to were His words that promise to be with me and never let me go. So that is what I held to. It was all that I could know. Sometimes we met together in our cloistered upper rooms we drank the wine and share the broken bread and promise one another to be true unto the end to all the things our Lord and Master said. And yet when we are facing the dark times of our lives those hallelujahs seem so far away. Our failures and our humanness is all we see or hear and the best of our intentions seem to melt and disappear. But when the final word is spoken and the last farewell is said, gone is the chance to sell or buy. When the last child is delivered and the last soul is laid to rest and all the tears we shed we'll ever have to cry. When the sands of time have sifted through the minutes of the days, what is done is done and what is said is said. Just before the music fades from all our songs of faith and hope, a Trumpet blast will bring the shout of victory and we'll know death has lost, life has won and morning…morning has come. Then came the morning.