What Easter Means To Me

I followed you from Galilee To that sad day on Calvary Of love You spoke New hope You woke Some said I was a prostitute In me You saw no ill repute My heart now cries I watch You die Sharp spikes that pierce Your hands draw blood And through my heart emotions flood A Son so blessed Is laid to rest Three days I stayed outside Your tomb Never to see You I presumed And though I mourned Glory's reborn I genuflect and watch You rise To join Your Father in the skies This blessed day Showed us “The Way” The sacrifice You made for man Celebrated in many lands Easter Sunday Give thanks and pray Written in the first-person view of Mary Magdalene, one of Christ’s best known disciples. According to modern religious scholars, the Gospels of Mark and John say she was the first person to see Jesus after he rose from the dead.