Life After The Cross Poem by margaret haig

The life. After Christ arose.

It was Easter morn, and what would they see?
The Stone rolled away, women hurried to where He be;
And finding there two angels, saying He is not here,
They were upset to not see Him, they turned to Fear.

As they left Mary thought a gardener was there,
She asked Him where is My Lord, don't you care?
But as she turned to go she heard Him say,
Mary, don't you remember, I will arise this Easter day.

The next thing the disciples came hurrying and found not,
Jesus's Body was not there, but clothes lain in that spot;
Jesus had indeed risen up, like He had said all along,
And they found that day, what He said was never wrong.

On the next few days Jesus appeared to them on the road,
They didn't know Him, and told of their sorrowful load;
Then later they were together in a room with Thomas who did doubt,
He didn't believe Jesus was alive, probably said oh get out.

At last once again they were together, in a room there,
With Thomas who said If I see those nail marks I will share;
That I believe also, Then Jesus appeared with them all,
Thomas saw those marks, said I believe, my belief is not small.

The last day before Jesus was to leave, at the seaside where they did eat,
Honey comb and fish, Jesus ate to show them death He did defeat;
And to Peter. He asked to try and see if Peter had the Love of God there,
And Peter came irritated, You know I love You, Jesus knew now, he did care.

And as He spoke with them all, Jesus slowly rose up to go to prepare a place,
They then heard and saw an angel, and sadness was there on each face;
But they knew their job now, was to spread to many, the gospel story,
And the angels reminded them to go, that indeed he was preparing glory.