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!
