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KNOW HIS VOICE
When Mary went to the tomb that first Easter morn,
Full of a deep heartache with the sorrow she had borne,
Imagine the great hurt and pain when He was not there,
Who had taken Him away, moved His body somewhere.
Then she heard Him say her name in such tender tone,
She knew His voice and her heart no longer did groan,
But now such great rejoicing as her heart He did heal,
He was risen from the dead, oh, what joy she did feel.
As I read this scripture and feel the great joy and love
Flow through me like living water from heaven above,
I have to stop and think if the Master called my name
Would I know His voice? or would it sound te same
As other voices I hear, not know Him enough to say,
“Raboni” meaning Master and within His love stay.
I’ll try and be worthy so that if He calls my name,
I will know His voice and not hang my head in shame,
I’ll try always to be ready to hear the glorious voice divine,
I will know I am His, so through me His light may shine.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson 29 January 2004