Somber, silent, sacredly,
She ventured to the tomb;
Fearful, fragile, fretfully,
Her mind replayed the doom.
Beaten, stricken, spat upon,
How could this be her LORD?
Hands that once had made her whole,
Now bound by one small cord?
Holding on by letting go.
Somber, silent, sacredly,
She ventured to the tomb;
Fearful, fragile, fretfully,
Her mind replayed the doom.
Beaten, stricken, spat upon,
How could this be her LORD?
Hands that once had made her whole,
Now bound by one small cord?