Very early that first morning, while Jerusalem
was still asleep,
We went to the garden to prepare Christ’s body,
unable to sleep.
It was needful for us to prepare Christ’s body,
this was our plan.
To lovingly clean His wounds, repair the ravages
of cruel man.
We worried about that big stone, how would we roll it away.
To our surprise, the guards were gone, could
they have run away?
Such fear we had, would we be judged, there was
no possible way
It would take a mighty garrison of men to roll
that stone away!
Fearfully we crept to the tomb, peered in,
the body was not there!
Thoughts pervaded our minds, who had taken
Jesus’ body away!
The body cloths lay folded, as if Jesus had just
left that very day!
Two men in white garments, amazed, we knelt and
began to pray.
They asked why we stood there, seeking the
living among the dead.
They gave us this challenge, to go and tell His
disciples instead.
We ran into the garden, excited, hopeful, so
eager to tell the others.
Out of breath, we were scarcely able to tell the
disbelieving men.
“Jesus has risen, His body is gone, the third
day, just like He said!
He told us, yet such unbelief we had, He has
risen from the dead!”
So many did not believe us, but Peter
“Straightway ran to the tomb”.
He saw the linen strips, no body there, yet he
was full of gloom.
He feared the uproar, the blame that would be
heaped upon us.
Once the soldiers came back, surely they would
create a fuss!
Peter saw and yet wondered, what would the
others begin to say?
Would they think that we women could roll that
stone away?
We hoped the soldiers would relent and help us
move the stone
We knew it was our job to prepare Jesus’ body,
do it on our own!
Oh how we wanted to tell everyone, and have them
too believe,
That Jesus had risen from the dead, we had to
tell, they to receive!
THE BODY WAS NOT THERE, HE HAD RISEN FROM THE
DEAD!
JUST AS HE HAD PROMISED, JUST LIKE HE HAD ALWAYS
SAID.
ALIVE, WE QUICKLY TOLD THE OTHERS, HE PAID THE
PRICE!
HE BORE OUR SINS ON THAT TREE, THE ULTIMATE
SACRIFICE!
AMEN !
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