Resurrection

Mary, Steadily she moves through rocky plains along that old familiar route in search of her love. Strange, uneasy quiet echoes all around these caves ....She peers Poor Mary Alas the grave is empty! and her borken heart weeps Suddenly A blinding ray An angelic voice heralding the news Into the streets through the market Mary running, laughing, then crying for joy Life will never be the same again Two thousand years today I still hear that ecstatic shout of Mary's to christians everywhere. He's alive! He's alive! Yet we live like he never left the tomb