It was still dark as Mary made her way along the path to Jesus’ grave in the early morning hours. When she arrived, she saw that the stone was rolled away, and Jesus’ body was gone. Crushed by the weight of her caring she came crying, where is Jesus? When…
Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out; you formed me in my mother’s womb. I thank you, High God—you’re breathtaking! Body and soul, I am marvelously made! I worship in adoration—what a creation! You know me inside and out, you know every bone in my body; You know exactly how…