Mary –

The morning is bathed in springtime splendor
Void of the tempest from the dark week passed
When vipers conspired their wicked die cast
To condemn the One that offered all light

The truest students of our dear Savior
Carried the sorrow of the cruel cross
Grieving the Sabbath of their heavy loss
The heart of their path darkened by shadows

The mourning faithful bring holy off’rings
But death is conquered the prison empty
The angels stand guard and bid all to see
Word is delivered to a doubting crowd

Fear and hope-unknown veiled the breaking day
She was left alone with her aching soul
The silence broken in the vacant hole
The Risen Lord speaks to her heart…”Mary”