An Empty Tomb
The women came on Sunday morn,
just as the day began to dawn.
They brought the spices they prepared,
to anoint Him who for them had cared.
The sight they saw filled them with gloom,
as they beheld the empty tomb.
The One, who was the Truth, revealed,
was no longer in the tomb unsealed.
Many a soul for truth does seek,
in tomes that are like empty tombs.
The truth they seek will not be found,
inside volumes that are hardbound.
The truth is not a thing, you see,
but a person who holds the key
to that which gives meaning to life
amid this world’s storms, stress, and strife.
Stop searching for the truth in vain,
In tombs where only falsehood reigns.
The Truth you seek comes from above,
He combines truth with peace and love.
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