A Song
When the night had ended
She went to the tomb, found no one there.
In tears she looked around her
Saw the gardener near,
Inquired the location of her friend.
Where, O, where is the body of my Jesus?
Who has taken it away?
Where, O, where is the body of my Jesus?
Who has taken him away?
Then he spoke, calling her by name,
Mary, Mary, do you not see?
Here am I beside you as I told you I would be.
Over love the grave has no authority.
Then she heard as if it were the first time
The wonder of the stories he had told.
Like he said in days the temple will arise.
Grace and glory will unfold.
She became the first to tell that love is alive.
Her witness of immortality
Echoes down in song as the ages roll,
In love prevailing we believe.
Over love the grave has no authority.
The tomb is empty, we are free.
Over love the grave has no authority,
In love prevailing we believe.
Over love the grave has no authority.
Love lives eternally.
Amen. Amen.
Christie Smith Stephens, October 25, 2004,
completed, Lent, 2005, copyright.
In loving memory of my mother, Pearl Toon Smith,
who taught me about prevailing love and whose
love prevails. Happy Easter, Friends!
