THE PERFECT MORNING
The dewdrops melt upon the grass of dawn,
As sun beams reach across the darkened sky.
A girl walks up but sees the Man is gone,
She’d planned to rub the oil on Him who lies.
The stone removed, the veil lies on the floor.
The girl cries out, “Where did they take my Lord?”
She starts to sob and falls down in the door.
She turns to see a Man with Love outpoured.
She’s not alone for there a Gardener stands.
He kindly asks her, “Who do you look for?”
She says “My Lord”, but does not understand.
He says her name; she falls down to adore.
She’s found her Lord; He’s risen from the dead.
We’re saved from sin, as He Himself has said.
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BAYLEY BULLETIN, JUN-AUG 2016
