I wonder what Jesus was thinking
when he opened his eyes in that tomb
with the darkness blacker than black
and nothing could be seen in the gloom.
I wonder when he got to his feet
and carefully folded the shroud
just as the stone rolled wide open
very slowly and it wasn’t loud.
Was the sky so bright it hurt his eyes
but he soon saw the flowers in bloom
as he walked for a short distance
and turned to look at the tomb.
I wonder how the women’s coming
touched his loving tender heart
and he watched the men in white robes
gave a message for them to depart.
What did he think as he saw Peter
following John to stand at the door
and leading him inside the tomb
standing puzzled looking at the floor.
It must have touched his feelings deep
when Mary thought him the gardener
but he spoke her name just as he had
on the day he first pardoned her.
I wonder what Jesus feels today
when Easter becomes real in our life
knowing it will bring us victory
to our lives filled with much strife.