Not long ago, I wrote a number of poems, most of which pertained to my faith in Christ in some way. I thought I would share another one of those poems with you. This particular poem might seem more appropriate for Easter than for the Christmas season, but if there had been no Easter, Christmas would have no significance.
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The Tomb
© Mark W. Pettigrew
“Why are you crying?”
they said to the woman.
“He is not here any longer.”
“What do you mean?”
she replied with a start,
wishing her faith could be stronger.
Turning, she saw Him,
and soon realized
she beheld Jesus, her Master.
When it dawned on her
that Jesus had risen, her
heart beat faster and faster.
Oh, how magnificent,
oh, how divine!
Mary knew joy beyond measure.
Quickly, she ran to tell
all the disciples
of her amazing new treasure.
they said to the woman.
“He is not here any longer.”
“What do you mean?”
she replied with a start,
wishing her faith could be stronger.
Turning, she saw Him,
and soon realized
she beheld Jesus, her Master.
When it dawned on her
that Jesus had risen, her
heart beat faster and faster.
Oh, how magnificent,
oh, how divine!
Mary knew joy beyond measure.
Quickly, she ran to tell
all the disciples
of her amazing new treasure.
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