The Shroud of Turin

Stone rolled away, from the darkened tomb ,

Bereft of it’s only occupant, just as an empty womb.

Lying on the slab of rock, at one end she saw

A bundle of blood stained linen ;

Like she had seen before.

For it was this cloth that wrapped Him,

When He was taken from the cross ;

Only a few of them left there, as the family mourned their loss.

She sat in the dark tomb weeping, heart breaking for all to hear ,

How could He be gone from this place?

They had finished Him with a spear.

He would rise, He had told them;

After three days had gone by;

And at the moment of his death, clouds gathered across the sky.

‘Why do you search for the living, here among the dead?’

A stranger appeared at the entrance,

Bright light around His head.

At that moment she saw him, her heart swelled full with pride,

Her Lord had been right all along, he truly would not die.

And fast forward to present day, and the world we are living in,

The blood stained linen that was lying there ;

Is safely in Turin.