Knowing

Listen! can you hear them? Those sure soft sandaled steps. Trudging down the dusty roads To teach God's Word in depth. Yet knowing, always knowing, What the end of it would be. Knowing He was surely walking, to Calvary's bloody tree. Then knowing, really knowing the resurrection power Of Father, Son, and Spirit , quietly waiting for the hour When Angels would remove the stone and the tomb would open wide. Mary would survey the tomb and give a stricken cry, "My Master's gone,He is not there My Lord is not inside." The angel softly told her, " Mary, do not fret Your Lord is risen,He's not dead, Your Master liveth yet!"