Jesus Wasn'T There
When we now looked upon the roman cross,
Jesus wasn't there.
Nor when we entered the tomb,
not even a single strand of His hair.
Two men in white said why seek the
living among the dead?
The one you call Jesus is alive,
tell His followers what we have said.
The linen, oils and spices were
discarded and left behind.
We went to His disciples, but they thought
we were out of our mind.
So we went back to the tomb with John
and Peter this time.
Maybe they could help us solve
this terrible crime.
After seeing that the tomb was was empty
and Jesus body had been taken away.
The others went back, while I
remained to silently pray.
A stranger appeared asking me,
why do I mourn and cry?
So I questioned him if he knew who
took Jesus body and why.
Suddenly I saw a man and asked him
if Jesus body was near.
All He did was sweetly smile at me
and say ever so clear...Mary.
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