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Yet, day turned to night
And the stone kept its place
As Mary now slept
Stained with tears, on her face
When she finally awakens
She rushes to see
The stone has been moved
The tomb, now empty
The soldiers, bewildered
Still groggy from sleep
Blaming the faithful
For stealing their keep
The crowd no longer fazed
By the threat of the sword
Rejoice in their knowing
Yes! He is the Lord
Mary calls to a man
Who is walking along
Asks if he knows
Where Jesus has gone
She begs him again
She must know His fate
“Where have they taken Him?
Please! Before it’s too late!”
As He turns to face her
She knows, right away
Yes, He is Arisen!
On this Glorious Day
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