In the blue gray dawn the women came. He is not here. Clutching their spices as the sun peeked above the horizon Mary, Joanna, Mary Magdalene He has risen. Weeping and wondering The women came. Come and see. Holding the discarded linen Stone rolled aside
Easter Blessing
Easter Blessing
Easter Blessing
In the blue gray dawn the women came. He is not here. Clutching their spices as the sun peeked above the horizon Mary, Joanna, Mary Magdalene He has risen. Weeping and wondering The women came. Come and see. Holding the discarded linen Stone rolled aside