ROLLED AWAY
The stone was rolled away, the tomb lay empty,
Neatly folded shrouds placed there reverently,
No guards, tall and strong were about to ask
Where they’d taken Him so she could do her task.

Did the light of hope glimmer in Mary’s sad heart,
Did she begin to realize the Master’s great part
He had to play, the main purpose for His life
Or was her pain to deep, too full of sorrow and strife?

Where hast thou taken Him? Mary, was all He said,
Oh, how her weary heart was full, He was not dead!
Her sweet rejoicing wiped away all that pain and fear,
Now that the dear Master again was once more near.

Can you imagine the joy in that tender heart just then?
He was alive, He overcame death caused by evil men,
She had helped lay Him in the tomb watched the seal
Be placed, now it was broken, every heart would heal.

At Easter I rejoice just like the early saints did,
My everlasting gratitude to Him cannot be hid,
He is risen, stop and think what those words mean,
Close you eyes and be part of that very first scene.

M Ann Margetson March 16, 2002