Easter Morn

The sky was blue, the crispy air fresh on that Easter Morn
   And to that empty tomb went she, with twinkling tears and a face forlorn.
To seek the man who healed the blind, then caused the blind to see,
   And taught to let your light so shine, on the shores of Galilee.
The leper he cleansed, the lame did walk, far from him demons fled,
   And with a few fish and seven loaves a multitude was fed.
She heard His words and felt their truth when He said "Come follow Me,
   For the peaceable things of the Kingdom I teach, if you will she and hear to believe."
Oh how His words caused her soul to swell and made her heart to burn,
   While at the Savior's feet she knelt and from His lips she'd learn.
But now the Savior they had killed, they nailed Him to the cross,
   Her mind: muddled, Her heart: hurt, Her soul: tempest tossed,
But hadn't he promised that He'd return?  Was He truly Jesus the Christ?
   And freed her from her sinful past- the price of sin sufficed?
Freely tears fell from the females face, her sadness she could not hide,
   The tomb now bare, the body not there, the same one they'd crucified.
And turning to the 'Gardner' she asked where he had taken Him,
   And if had born Him hence indeed she too would go therein.
Then the Savior softly said her name, a Name she recognized,
   She knew those hands the scars and tokens  and tender loving eyes.
"Do touch me not" He said to her, for He had not ascended,  
   His earthly work they'd try to kill, but His work- it never ended.
And as she watched the Savior leave, alone but never lonely,
   She decided to live her life like His- pure, upright and holy.
So like the woman I desire too, to be faithful clean and reborn
   and follow the footsteps of my Lord like she on that Easter Morn.