-1This story is about Mary Magdaline, how she met Jesus, and when she saw Jesus at the Tomb. First of all, if you think I've messed up with something, review and I'll look at it. Thanks!
Free of the Shadow
Darkness, all around me, surrounding my vision of everything once good and perfect in my life.
I have nothing left; just kill me to end my sorrow.
I have lived in twilight and shadow for so long, given myself over to the darkness as a whore, one of the lowest creatures on this cruel earth. Why must I grope continuously in this shadow that covers me, searching for one hint of the light that has eluded me thus far?
They drag me from place to place, trying to get people to agree with their accusations of me. Why should they waist their time, I have no desire to argue against them. But then they dragged me in front of Him.
He was different from the rest of them. I looked into His eyes, expecting Him to have the same condemning look, but instead I saw something that, even to this day, I still don't understand. I saw compassion, love, and a soft understanding that touched my heart as if by…an angel.
He told them that they had all sinned once, so that they need not blame me for mine. They walked away from me, not daring to look back at me or Him.
Love for this man filled my heart as I knelt before Him, crying tears of deepest regret and sorrow.
But he picked me back up off my feet, and told me that I had been forgiven my sins.
Who is this man, who heals my heart
With His kind, gentle words?
Who tells me my sins are no more
And heals all my hurts?
He picked me up from darkness's grasp,
Now I am made new.
He is the Savior, the Lord God,
There is nothing he cannot do.
Tears, painful tears, slip down my cheeks as I hurry toward the grave so sacred. My Savior and Lord has been buried there after he had been so horrifically put to death. I felt as if my heart cried with me that night that he glanced at me…
No, I must not cry now. I must be strong, for that is what my Lord would have wanted.
The stone! But how, how in the world has it been moved? Oh, but who…oh, no! He is gone, also! Who is so evil and cruel that they would steal my Lord's body away.
Oh, a caretaker! Maybe he knows where they have taken my Master! Good sir, please tell me!
But soon my eyes were opened to the fact that that was not a caretaker, but Jesus! He was alive, just as he said to us all so long ago. I rushed to tell his followers, but I could concentrate on nothing else but one thing: My Lord is alive forevermore! My Lord is alive forevermore!
He is alive, the One who lives
My Savior, Redeemer, Lord.
My sorrow gone, no longer there,
For the tomb is filled no more!
The One who saves us and redeems
Is the One who lives today.
Inside our mind, inside our hearts.
To follow in His way.