She came with the spices @ To thy tomb O Lord, @ Knowing not that Thou @ Above the earth had soared. @ She came void of all hope; @ She came expecting death; @ Forgetting the Life-Giver @ Who is the living breath. @ # In trials and tribulations, @ Do we not do the same: @ Looking at our errors, @ Despairing in our blame? @ How often do we wallow, @ Abandoning all hope – @ As though on our own – @ With burden we could cope. @ # If Peter lost all hope when @ Our Lord exposed his sin, @ Luke would not record @ The three thousand he would win. @ If Paul considered nothing @ But his murderous past, @ Would his inspired letters @ To this generation last?@ # Moses’ life was evil, @ Every sin he did commit, @ But from this desert bandit, @ A shining lamp was lit. @ If Mary, Egypt’s harlot, @ Had not tried to win his grace, @ Would she now be in heaven – @ Would she have won the race? @ # Our Lord set an example, @ Compelled, we do the same: @ Fight, strive, persevere and @ On us will be no blame. @ If our loving Saviour @ Had not endured all pain, @ Would Redemption and Salvation @ Ever be our gain? @ # I come now with hope @ To Thy Tomb O Lord, @ Knowing that in Truth, @ Above the earth Thou soared, @ I come now with joy, @ I come expecting life; @ Knowing that through Thee @ I can endure all strife. @ #