What were they thinking, Lord?
As they approached the tomb,
Laden with spices to, in a final filial act,
Prepare Your earthly body for its final rest,
What were they thinking?
Did their earthly sorrow and devotion to this final task
They had heard your prophecies, and yet
Their first thought, seeing the open sepulchre,
Was of earthly mischief.
Not until your messenger explained it, yet again,
Did the scales of their earth-bound eyes fall
And their souls see with eyes eternal.
Wash the mortal clay from my eyes,
And let me see, with those eternal eyes,
My Risen Redeemer.