"Just before dawn"

Just before dawn
Mary Magdalene was awake from her sleep
Busily preparing spices for her Lord in the grave
Remembrance of recent events making her weep

Just before dawn
Her master was lying in a grave out there
He had died a cruel death, hung on a cross
Sobbing quietly, she stepped into the morning air

Just before dawn
Eleven disciples restlessly tossed and turned
The one they had followed had been killed
Sorrow and anguish in their hearts still burned

Just before dawn
The high priest lay sleeping in his bed
Confident things would continue as before
This man Jesus was in his grave, now dead

Just before dawn
Earth’s citizens not stirring, all was quiet
Roman soldiers were at their post, alert
They had been there throughout the night

Just before dawn
An angel came down from the skies
Smiling, he rolled away the stone
And from the grave Jesus did arise

© 2006 Thomas E. Kittrell

Now upon the first day of the week, very early in the morning,
they came unto the sepulchre, bringing the spices which they had prepared,
and certain others with them.
And they found the stone rolled away from the sepulchre. (Luke 24:1-2)

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