Empty Tomb
She saw it open; the tightly shut door. The guards were sleeping, transfixed on the floor. Long before daybreak, mary came to the tomb. His body was stolen, was what she assumed. She distraughted and confused, asked: where you laid him? She was not amused, seeing the "stranger" leaving. She spoke to him; assuming he was another. "Take me to him"! thinking, it's the gardener. The tomb door rolled; angels moved the stone. His garments he fold, for Jesus was alone. No trace or sight, he couldn't be found. Mary after a sleepless night, wondering, what went wrong?? He had indeed arisen, escaping from the grave. God's son; only begotten; therein empower, himself saved. He holds the reigns; lord, over life and death. Every knee shall bow, every tongue will confess: Jesus is lord!
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Posted: Jan 2011
About this poem:
Christ has indeed risen!
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