Gentle Footsteps

Gentle footsteps, slowly walking, stopping not upon the way

ere the dawning of the sun

gentle footsteps softly come

to the place where Jesus lay.

Gentle footsteps, walking onward, see the women on their way

toward the garden of the dead

wrapped in cloths now stained blood red.

T’was the place where Jesus lay.

Gentle footsteps, gentle ladies, walking to their master's side.

with the task that lay before them

bearing spices to embalm Him

so they walked and sadly cried.

As they walked along, they wondered who would roll away the stone.

With the dawning of the sun

gentle footsteps softly come

toward the Christ of flesh and bone.

At a distance footsteps halted - what is it our eyes betray?

Is the scene that has arisen

just a shadow or a vision?

Has the stone been rolled away?

Gentle footsteps running onward to the tomb that Joseph gave.

As they stopped and looked within,

sitting where their Lord had been

was an angel in the cave.

His appearance was like lightening and his clothes a snowy hue.

Then he told them “Have no fear.

He is risen!   He's not here,

and in time you'll see it's true.”

Gentle footsteps, still and silent as they heard the angel's plea.

Quickly go and tell the others.

He has risen, tell his brothers.

He'll see them in Galilee.

Gentle footsteps of the women walked away as in a dream.

With the angel’s words replaying

words of hope they would be saying

when they told of what they’d seen.

                                                                                                                  

And they told the others – Jesus has Risen!

He is risen indeed!