I DO NOT OWN THE BIBLE. I ALSO DO NOT OWN WHEN THERE WAS ME AND YOU. ALL RIGHTS TO THE SONG BELONG TO JAMIE HOUSTON. I HAVE BEEN LISTENING TO THIS SONG A LOT AND IT HAVE ME THE IDEA OF HOW MARY MAGDALENE MUST OF FELT ON THE PASSOVER SABBATH AFTER THE CRUCIFIXION ON GOOD FRIDAY. ALSO, I DID NOT WRITE THIS WITH INTENT OF MARY MAGDALENE HAVING ROMANTIC FEELINGS FOR JESUS, BUT I SUPPOSE IF YOU LOOK CLOSELY, IT COULD BE TAKEN THAT WAY.
Golgotha. Jerusalem. Province of Judea, Roman Empire. Passover Saturday.
Mary Magdalene sat alone on the rocky crags of Golgotha. The 3 crosses still stood tall behind her. The bodies had been taken down the previous day, so as not to offend God by having them hang during the Passover. The 2 thieves had been buried in the Potter's field after no family could be located to claim them.
Judas had suffered a similar fate after his family, who heard that he had betrayed his rabbi to the Romans, had flat out refused to claim his body or even attend the funeral. It hadn't been much. The Pharisee Nicodemus had been persuaded by Peter to say a blessing for Judas before burying him in the field that had been bought with the money he'd earned by selling Jesus out.
It still pained Mary Magdalene to think his name, let alone say it. For the past 3 years, Jesus had been her everything. He had given her a new life, a new family; and now it was gone. She felt the heartbreak spewing from her mouth as she couldn't stop the memories of her messiah.
"It's funny when you find yourself looking from the outside. I'm standing here, but all I want is to be over there. Why did I let myself believe miracles could happen? Cause now I have to pretend that I don't really care..."
Mary had thought that Jesus was the answer to everyone's prayers. Had he not performed miracles? He had healed the sick, gave sight to the blind, hearing to the deaf, speech to the dumb, he had even raised the dead. Yet, he had refused to use his powers to stop the Romans from flogging and crucifying him.
"I thought you were my fairytale. A dream, when I'm not sleeping. A wish upon a star that's coming true. But everybody else could tell that I confused my feelings with the truth...when there was me and you..."
Other than Peter, Mary had held the closet place in Jesus's heart. He had told her that she had understood his message better than anyone else. Was that a lie? If she had such great understanding, why was she struggling to comprehend why Jesus had allowed this. He had said it himself that he could have called for 12 legions of angels to save him from his enemies. But he hadn't.
"I swore , I knew the melody that I heard you singing; and when you smiled, you made me feel like I could sing along. But then you went and changed the words. Now my heart is empty. I'm only left with used-to-be's and once upon a song..."
This was not the plan. Jesus wasn't supposed to be crucified under Pontius Pilate. His mother wasn't supposed to watch him be killed. He was supposed to be crowned Israel's true king and establish a new rule of peace, prosperity, and love. At least that was what Simon the Zealot had always hoped for. He wanted Jesus to raise an army like King David and drive the Romans out of the promised land; as had been done to the Philestines.
"Now I know you're not a fairytale and dreams were meant for sleeping. And wishes on a star just don't come true. Cause now, even I can tell, that I confused my feelings with the truth. Because I liked the view, there was me and you..."
Had Mary just seen what she wanted to see? Maybe Jesus wasn't the messiah after all? She quickly cursed herself for thinking such thoughts. She had seen his power, his glory, his kindness. Only a son of God could be as perfect as he was. The words from his lips, the warmth of his hugs, the feel of his kiss on her cheek when he greeted her. Of course, he greeted all of his apostles with cheeks kisses; as was the custom. But Mary desperately wanted to believe that it meant more for her then the others.
"I can't believe that I could be so blind. It's like you were floating, while I was falling and I didn't mind..."
Mary had forsaken her sinful life to follow Jesus and his teachings. His promises of God's glory to come. His story couldn't possibly end with an old rugged cross and a body in a tomb guarded by Roman guards. She had nothing else for her without him. She fell before his cross and called out to God.
"My Lord God of Israel...You gave your son the power to raise Lazarus from the dead; raise Jesus!" Mary cried out desperately. "If he truly is your son, you must bring him back to us. Judea needs him, the world needs him, Peter needs him...and I need him too." As Mary Magdalene stood up and dusted herself off, she left Golgotha, needing to believe that God would raise his only begotten son from the dead. Jesus's work was not done; not by a long shot. Despite others telling her to put the past in the past, she knew that she would belong to her savior.
"Because I liked the view...I thought you felt it too...when there was me and you..."
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