MARY


When Mary went to the garden, her heart was oh so sad
For her beloved master was in a tomb, He was dead
She couldn’t understand how one so kind as He
Could be taken by the soldiers and killed on Calvary

All He did was show His love to the people of her day
She couldn’t understand why in a grave He lay
She felt He’d always be there and always walk with them
Mary couldn’t understand that through His death He’d win

As she went into the garden to where in the tomb He lay
She noticed that the stone from the entrance was rolled away
She couldn’t find her Master, her heart became so sad
As tears started down her cheeks, she felt so very bad

Then spoke a voice so sweetly, “Woman, why do you weep?”
She thought it was the gardener and turned when she heard Him speak
“Where, where have you laid Him? Please tell me where He is.”
The voice spoke softly, “Mary.” She knew the voice was His

“Master,” she turned her head, to the one she loved so much.
The one who had delivered her with just a simple touch
She now knew that He had risen , she spoke the word abroad
She told the other believers, Oh glory unto God!!!

Jesus is alive today and knocks on your hearts door
If you will only let Him in, His love on you He’ll pour
He’ll be your friend and Saviour, your councillor and guide
You’ll never walk alone again with Jesus by your side.

(John 20:1-2, 11-18)


© 2000, Rebecca Guy


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