The Resurrection Morning
(Mary Magdalene’s Song)
I rose from my vale of weeping
The ground beneath was hallowed
My basket of sweet spices
I cast aside, for the fragrance
Of new Life so filled
The crisp morning air.
At dawn, in a bowl overflowing
I’d brought Him my tears
To anoint Him, new spice
Longing to kiss the feet of the Lord
Numb in my dreams, I hear His voice
Now silent in that tomb.
At that voice, the enemy fled
Seven demons that ravaged my soul
And chased me among the graves
The vultures flew at His coming
My night of torment gone; like a child
I awoke in the arms of Love.
“Woman, why weep?” for there I’d wept
To see an empty tomb. Dew
Mingling with tears, and cool breezes
Like veils caressing my cheeks
“My Lord is gone: I know not
Where they’ve laid Him.”
“Mary, Mary”, the voice of the Lord!
Pierced through whorls of sorrow
His voice like rushing waters
Swept every pain from within
O joy! He’s risen!
My eyes, at last He opened
I’d cling to Him, but He sent me
To tell you of His rising
So I come, this holy morning
My soul on hind’s feet leaping
The ground beneath’s sanctified
For Life’s aroma fills the air.