The Tears Of The Magdelane (From The Easter Suite) Poem by Bill Mitton

THE TEARS OF THE MAGDELANE

They took my Lord and killed him
They nailed him to a cross
and we who loved him hid away
In confusion fear and loss.
He who did my life restore
And my very soul did heal
his feet bathed in my sorrow’s tears
And taught me of a love so real
The darkness gathered round me
The old fear came once more
without him could I face a world
That had broken me before.
All of heaven cried that night
I felt the stars scream out in pain
And in my fear I lost the faith
That he would rise again.
The pain I felt drowned out his words
My heart and soul were numb
And in my loss and darkness
I forgot his Glory yet to come
On the dawning of the third day
I walked to where he lay
To see for just one last time
My Lord’s body and to pray
But there his tomb was empty
The stone was rolled away
It was then his word came to me
That this would be his day.
In the dawning of the third morn
He would in glory rise again
and with it mankind’s ransom
would be paid for by his pain.
I remember well his lovely smile
And his words so soft and true
I remember when he said to us
I will always be with you
Suddenly my heart was full
And my soul in joy did glow
For now I knew with certainty
The real Love, God can bestow
In this love he will not leave us
He will always be close by
For all who glory in this Day
his love will never die.