The Garden of Tears

Written for a Good Friday service, this song is written in a musical theatre style, telling the story of Jesus being crucified, but from Mary Magdalene’s perspective. I am hoping to ultimately merge this song into a full length musical.

Take Him from that cross, take Him down from there,
Loosen those harsh nails, and brush back His hair.
Wrap Him in this cloth, cover up His wounds,
Go quickly now, before I despair.

Place Him in that grave, place Him far away.
I don’t want to see Him, I just need to pray.
Roll across the stone, let’s have no delay
So no-one can see Him, the King who was slain.

Walking through the Garden of Tears.
Oh, how precious were the years!
How I loved Him…
Walking through the garden of tears.

Cover up the sun, rip the sky in two,
Saviour or nothing, I still loved You.
Tear the temple down, burn the city walls,
Murderers and whores – You loved us all.

Then the disciples went back to their homes, but Mary stood outside the tomb crying. As she wept, she bent over to look into the tomb and saw two angels in white, seated where Jesus’ body had been, one at the head and the other at the foot. They asked her, “Woman, why are you crying?”
“They have taken my Lord away,” she said, “and I don’t know where they have put him.” At this, she turned around and saw Jesus standing there, but she did not realize that it was Jesus.
“Woman,” he said, “why are you crying? Who is it you are looking for?”
Thinking he was the gardener, she said, “Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have put him, and I will get him.”
Then Jesus said to her, “Mary.”

How I loved Him…
Walking through the garden of tears.


© 2001 K S Cleaton