The Easter Season
This Easter season let me stay
With my Lord as He wends His way
To that dark day and dreadful doom;
Stay with Him to His burial tomb.
Let me be one who lifts the cross,
Who comforts Mary in her loss
And as I hear His dying cry,
Be there to see my Savior die.
I would be of the lonely few
Who are still there in morning dew
On what will be a brighter day,
To see the stone that's rolled away.
Let me go forth to spread the news.
Our dear Lord chose His life to lose,
To rise again on Easter Morn
That all who love Him are reborn.
The Easter story often told
Is fresh as in those days of old,
When Mary and each faithful friend,
Stayed with Him to the very end.
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