Mary at the Tomb

Easter Week

John 20:10-16

Oh Master, art Thou taken?

Could not Thy flesh remain?

To find this tomb so empty

All my grief I can’t contain.

And all who came to see are gone

So here I am alone,

As my bitter tears of sorrow echo

In this room of stone.

For I can’t bear to loose the one

Who saw me more than shame,

Who found me in my heartache

And who called to me by name.

From footsteps now approaching

I turn and hide my face,

Perhaps the gardener tending here

Removed Him from this place.

Please Sir, if thou hath borne Him hence

Then tell me where He lay,

And I will come to claim Him now

And take my Lord away.

Then tones of sweetest wonder

The music of His voice,

That voice that carried Heaven’s truth

And taught me to rejoice.

And turning now to see the thing

My ears cannot believe,

What my eyes long to behold

But my heart cannot conceive.

And standing now before me

Yes it is He, the same,

For He found me in my heartache

And He called to me by name.

© 2026 Julianne Young

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