It was his voice, the master’s voice
which calmed her panic, her fears, her confusion
the empty tomb, the burial clothes on the ground
explained only by his voice, her master’s voice
fear not; I am risen; it is me Mary
I am going to the Father; I am not yet there
fear not; I am going before you
the voice of the shepherd, soothing the flock
protecting them, going before,
to make straight the way
Leading us to glory
March 22, 2008
Saturday, March 22, 2008
His Voice
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