A Grieving Mother's Easter

It was so dark that Easter Friday,
When they laid His body down.
As though the hope of all creation,
Went with Him into the ground.
And she wept a bitter weeping,
Only a mother’s grief can know.
For this savior was her baby.
She had loved and watched him grow.

It was so dark that Easter Friday,
When we laid her body down.
As though the sunshine of a lifetime,
Went with her into the ground.
And I wept a bitter weeping
Only mother’s loss can know.
For she had been my little girl,
I’d loved and watched her grow.

Now when Easter comes it pains me,
To see brightly colored eggs.
For the coming of this season,
Softly fills my heart with dread.
For when everyone is celebrating,
The resurrection found,
This season marks the painful day,
I laid my daughter down.

But how bright that Easter Sunday,
When He rose up from the earth.
All creation felt the glory,
Of new hope and life re-birthed.
But none as deep emotion,
As the joy in Mary’s face.
To see her child back again,
For one more sweet embrace.

Oh how bright will be the sunrise,
When we rise up from this earth.
All the world will know His glory,
As creation is re-birthed.
But the deepest of emotion,
Is seen on a mother’s face.
To have my child back again,
Once more in my embrace.

For the joy of this reunion,
I believe and I will wait,
I’ll trust He doeth all things well,
Though He give or though He take.
Cause one day I’ll see my girl again,
With sparkle in her eyes,
Then I will hold her in my arms,
To never say, Good Bye.

For what we celebrate at Easter,
Is not left within the grave.
It is joy that’s daily given,
And more joy that still awaits.
Yet, all this is only possible,
Because of Easter’s pain.
When He was buried with our loss,
And resurrected with our gain.


By Marie Morrow
 


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