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More poems about Easter.
WHY SEEK YE THE LIVING
AMONG THE DEAD
Mary came into the garden and the big stone
was rolled away,
And His burial clothes all neatly folded on
the cold slab lay,
What was the meaning, where had they taken
her dear Lord?
The she saw a man and He spoke, said ‘Mary’ just
one sweet word,
After the greeting she ran to find the others hiding
full of sorrow and gloom
And they came running quickly, they too found
the empty tomb
And then ‘Why seek ye the living among the dead’
they clearly heard,
Then they remembered the Saviour’s strange
wonderful words.
The temple will be destroyed but rebuilt up within
three days,
The sorrow departed and joy filled each breaking
heart then to stay.
Oh, happy morn that frees all of us from death,
sin and pain,
So on this day let us remember and be filled with joy,
and peace forever gain.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 11 April 2006