Heavenly Joy, Perfect Joy
With her eyes filled with tears, she was bereft
And her heart broken of love,
She stopped down and wept;
Where had they taken her love?
With longing, so much for her Lord,
That the dazzling sight of angels could not appease
And the stiff of her, Lord it could not replace.
All she wanted and longed for, was her Lord.
Then, just in a moment, her name she heard
"Mary" ,by her Lord she was called.
Her heart leaped, Her tears dried,
Her soul satisfied.
Words could not explain
The joy she felt, and could not contain.
All she could say was Rabonni
He is alive! He is risen!
Oh what Joy she felt, A Great Joy,
Heavenly Joy, Perfect Joy.
John 20:11-18
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