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In all the world;
There is no place
As dear to me
As in an empty tomb within Gethsemane.
Men singing the praises
Of the cross,
And rightly so,
Yet it is to the empty tomb
I love to go
It's there with Paul I daily die
When sore oppressed,
It's there, where men are loathe to go
I sweetly rest.
It's there, when heart ache's
angry waves envelop me,
In Faith, I lift my mournful face
My Lord to see.
There is no place so fraught with power
Our souls to save,
As is our Lord's last resting place,
His empty grave.
In darkest hours of grief, beside
a new made mound,
I go again, the depths of God's
Great love to sound.
And while I view the grave and clothes,
The echoes ring:
"O, Grave, where is they victory"
O, Death, thy sting?"
As, one by one, the loved ones cross
the threshold's gloom,
I fain believe, embrace, receive,
The Empty Tomb.
by Mary D. Sammons
from "Streams in the Desert 2"
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