MARY MAGDALENE'S TEARS (circa 1996)

“Mary, why do you weep over death?” says He.
“Your Lord is alive, is no longer dead.
Come back to the tomb, come back to Me.”

 

Roll back the stone and let me in to see

to kiss my Lord’s feet and cold, pale head.

“Mary, why do you weep over death?” says He.

 

The stone is removed, the tomb is empty.

Angels of Heaven appear in His stead.

“Come back to the tomb, come back to me.”

 

Here, Lord.  I have come as You have called me.

But You are not here, not in Your death bed.

“Mary, why do you weep over death?” says He.

 

I don’t want to mourn my Lord of the sea.

Let me wash You with my tears instead.

Come back to the tomb, come back to me.

 

“I’ve been here, Mary.  Did you not know Me?

I have been here, always.  I am not dead.

Mary, why do you weep over death?” says He.

“You came back to the tomb, back to me.”