Easter.

Mary Magdalene could not sleep at all that night.

She saw His crucifixion, now etched forever in her sight

Hoping, praying it was just a nightmare, yet knowing it was real,

For yesterday she helplessly watched, while Jesus went through His ordeal.

Mary and her friends got up and went where Jesus now laid dead,

To weep and  wonder why, and what sense all of this had.

The brutal killing of her Lord and friend who did nothing but good

Then gave Himself as sacrifice , like He said He would.

Then on that Sunday morning, early before dawn,

They found that Jesus' tomb was opened and His body gone…..

Although this poem aims to glorify, and not attempt to lecture,

Accounts by Luke and John don’t match; so whose story is conjecture?

As I further look for clues to get this story straight.

I find yet another version in Matthew twenty eight!

I thank You Lord, for Your benediction:

To have been given faith, in spite of contradiction.

Bill Keasberry 3/22/07                               Back to Index            Next Page