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The Way of the Cross - D.G. Moody
Fifteenth Station
Jesus risen from the dead
Mark 16: 4-8
Gathered in the gloom,
of the cold upper room;
the disciples in despair,
the women more resigned;
getting ready to prepare,
a return to his tomb.
They left the men asleep before first light.
While hurrying, the earth shook with a tremor;
bringing the sound of cries and rushing feet,
as the guards sped past – with faces of terror.
At the tomb, they found the stone rolled aside.
When they looked in – his body had disappeared.
Then an angel appeared,
and calming their fears,
told them Jesus had risen;
so now they must go,
to let the other’s know,
he has broken death’s prison.
When roused, they could not at first believe;
none more than Peter and John, who ran
to the tomb, hoping to absolve their grief.
Arriving, they found his discarded linen.
“And so, it’s true; it’s true! He has risen.”
Following on, Mary Magdalene had come.
Her love still clings to him,
but he has now gone away,
though she wants him to stay.
And is that such a sin,
her devotion to him?
Then she hears his voice:
“Mary”
She turns, and sees him there, impossible
but true – he stands as he always will:
certainly, a man, but now more than that,
his godhead shining through, so that
when she clings to him, he must release
her mortal flesh from his:
“Dear Mary, listen to me;
you must now go to them.
Tell them I will go ahead,
and will see them all,
when we meet again,
by the Sea of Galilee.”