THE FIRST EASTER
I'spect that it was pretty dark
That morning long ago,
When those three women started out
With all those things to go
To where they knew their Christ was laid,
And everything was still,
And maybe not a sound was heard
By anyone until
That Mary saw the stone was gone,
And then the coming day
Began to make the whole world bright;
Then, when she turned away,
She saw a man come walking down
The path, and suddenly
She knew her Lord had risen indeed,
And wished the rest could see.
And I just 'spose that Jesus knew
Where the disciples stayed,
And so He said, ''Go tell them all.
'Tis I, be not afraid.''
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