She came with the spices
To thy tomb, O Lord,
Knowing not that Thou
Above the earth had soared.
She came void of all hope;
She came expecting death;
Forgetting the Life-Giver
Who is the living breath.
In trials and tribulations,
Do we not do the same:
Looking at our errors,
Despairing in our blame?
How often do we wallow,
Abandoning all hope
As though on our own
With burden we could cope.
If Peter lost all hope when
Our Lord exposed his sin,
Luke would not record
The three thousand he would win.
If Paul considered nothing
But his murderous past,
Would his inspired letters
To this generation last?
Moses life was evil,
Every sin he did commit,
But from this desert bandit,
A shining lamp was lit.
If Mary, Egypts harlot,
Had not tried to win his grace,
Would she now be in heaven
Would she have won the race?
Our Lord set an example,
Compelled, we do the same:
Fight, strive, persevere and
On us will be no blame.
If our loving Saviour
Had not endured all pain,
Would Redemption and Salvation
Ever be our gain?
I come now with hope
To Thy Tomb O Lord,
Knowing that in Truth,
Above the earth Thou soared,
I come now with joy,
I come expecting life;
Knowing that through Thee
I can endure all strife.
Knowing that through Thee
I can endure all strife.
written by Mena Rizkalla