Ujamaa Christian Poetry

Those Three Days

"Who will roll this stone away"
I heard Mary Magdalene say,
as she beheld His burial sight
standing still in dawn's early light.

Three days His mortal coil was here,
while His disciples huddled in fear.
Tears were rampant across the land,
fear for Satan and his dark band.

Magdalene stood with spices to anoint
the Man who made love His only point.
But the stone was moved, the tomb empty.
Death had not imprisoned Him you see.

He is risen; He is not here,
but for those that pray He is near.
behold the place where they laid Him,
hate and death did not make His light dim.

Written by Lou Marin


Ujamaa Christian Poetry