SUNRISE

Mark 16:1–8 CSB

When the Sabbath was over, Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of James, and Salome bought spices, so that they could go and anoint him. Very early in the morning, on the first day of the week, they went to the tomb at sunrise. They were saying to one another, “Who will roll away the stone from the entrance to the tomb for us?” Looking up, they noticed that the stone—which was very large—had been rolled away. When they entered the tomb, they saw a young man dressed in a white robe sitting on the right side; they were alarmed. “Don’t be alarmed,” he told them. “You are looking for Jesus of Nazareth, who was crucified. He has risen! He is not here. See the place where they put him. But go, tell his disciples and Peter, ‘He is going ahead of you to Galilee; you will see him there just as he told you.’ ” They went out and ran from the tomb, because trembling and astonishment overwhelmed them. And they said nothing to anyone, since they were afraid. [Some of the earliest conclude with .

Passionate Ladies.

They were prepared for everything to anoint Jesus, except they had not made provisions to remove the stone. Yet, they were undeterred in their resolve.

A Problems Solved.

The stone had been removed.

God had made a way for them to see the glory and power of the Son.

A Powerful Message.

A message of great fear.

A message of resurrection power.

How can I ever sleep again? My hope, my light, my Lord is dead. My cheeks are wet, my words unsaid, I cannot stay upon this bed.

Oh how I miss Him, gone three days, Without Him life is but a haze. My purpose buried in His grave, His presence now is all I crave.

The darkness heavy on this morn, It matches well my soul forlorn. While others sleep I slip away, My vigil keeping where He lays.

My soul, oh, must you break again? My journey to his grave in vain. The stone rolled back, my Savior gone. They took Him by the break of dawn.

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The others come and see this thing, We mourn together our lost King. The others leave, but still I stay, I look into his burial cave.

The empty grave now fills with light, Two angels stand before my sight. They ask me why I shed these tears, I tell them He’s no longer here.

And then the gardener speaks my name My heart will never be the same. My ears can hear, my heart now knows, That Jesus vanquished all his foes!

My hope, my light, my Lord is back, My heart no more shall ever lack. My Christ arose, and so shall I, Be ever with Him in the sky.

(Copyright 2014 by Leah E. Good)