WOMEN AT THE TOMB

Oh to have been one of the Marys that went to the tomb that day,
My heart would have burst for joy, sang as I went my way.
The sky would have been a deeper blue, the air more clear
For I would have seen my dearest Lord felt Him so very near.
If I have been one of the Marys who went in sorrow and pain,
I would have come out rejoicing, for He was truly alive again.
My tears I would never hide, I’d run and shout the message sweet,
He is arisen, for I saw him and knelt at his pierced, sacred feet.
Yet I was not in the garden where the stone was rolled away
I did not hear his voice say my name, so heal my hurt that day.
But my tender heart rejoices, cries with love as the story is retold
For I know my redeemer lives and I am part of the shepherd’s fold.
The Lord showed himself to Mary, He knew a woman would obey,
A woman’s heart would know Him, no doubt show, lead the way
For others to follow, not believing what they heard, till they saw.
Then, with tumultuous voices the gospel spread from door to door.
But what of the women who went first to the tomb? No more is said.
Yet I know like women today they helped the poor, visited the sick in bed.
I am glad that I am a woman in these latter days, But oh, the Mary to be
And had seen the Saviour newly risen, knowing that He is alive for me.

M Ann Margetson © April 12, 2000
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