Grief rising up like a gathering storm,
As the weight of it all begins to dawn.
Laid in a tomb that wasn't His own,
Laden with spices,
We make our way,
Not even knowing who'll roll back the stone.
Heavenly beings in dazzling white,
Our hearts pound with fear,
Afraid to draw near,
We fall to the ground at this awesome sight.
He isn't here.
Why search for the living amongst the dead?
Let everyone know,
That Jesus is risen, just as He said.
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I love this poem from the viewpoint of the women as they go from grief to hope and joy!
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