EASTER



EASTER

Mary was a lover.
Running to the tomb,
She was missing Him,
Never expecting
In her wildest dreams
To see him there
Alive.

So be a lover.
Run.
 
Run,
Missing your Beloved.

Run,
Always expecting
In your wildest imagination
To see the Beloved there
Alive.
 

The other day will come
Too soon.
So run.
 

And so I run, my Love,
To rise with you
Each and every day.

 

I run, my Love,
To live with you
Each and every day

I run, my Love,
To love with you
Each and every day.

Yes,
The other day will come
Too soon.
So I run, my Love.




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