Hurry Mary,
go tell Peter and John
Tell them what you saw
Tell them he’s not here
Tell them.
The Messiah is risen!
Go tell them.

She had known the Lord,
and as she walked
thoughts of him went
tumbling through her mind.
Everywhere he had walked
he healed, revived
breathed hope and peace.
He had said a word, and one’s sins were forgiven.
He once had looked into her eyes and his hands—
she remembered his hands—they had laid softly
on her shoulders.
And the weight, the confusion, the torment
of seven demons had fled from her soul.
Oh! How she loved him!
And the assurance of his love
and his forgiveness
were eternally implanted on her soul.

But they had killed him.
They had put the Messiah of Israel
up on a tree
and she had
watched them take away
the very life, the only life
that could save them from their sins
that could save them from themselves.
He had brought them light,
but their darkness had snuffed it out.

Bewilderment had pursued her
with relentless passion.
He who had held the power
He who had raised the dead,
healed the blind,
freed the captives
He who had held the power
Allowed himself to be rendered powerless.
She did not understand;
she wept as she watched him die.
It was finished.
They laid him in a grave.

And so she came that morning with the other women
to anoint him.
She, the young Mary Magdalene,
so soon acquainted with grief.
She approached his tomb.
But a radiance—like lightning,
or blinding snow—stopped her.
An angel, perhaps?
It spoke to her,
Do not be afraid, for I know that you are
looking for Jesus, who was crucified.
He is not here;
He is risen.
Come see the place where he lay.”

Dare she believe what her eyes beheld?
The tomb was empty.
Had they taken his body to another place?
Had robbers plundered his grave?
And then it came—his words like
tumbling waters
washed through her soul
as she remembered what he had once said.
“After three days I will rise again.”
So this is what he meant.
Understanding enfolded her like
a peaceful cloak, and in her fear and in her joy
Magdalene ran.

Hurry Mary,
go tell Peter and John
Tell them what you saw
Tell them he’s not here
Tell them.
The Messiah is risen!
Go tell them.