She Came With The Spices

She came with the spices to Thy tomb O Lord
Knowing not that Thou above the earth had soared
She came void of all hope
She came expecting death
Forgetting the Life-Giver
Who is the living bread

In trials and tribulations
Do we not do the same?
Looking at our errors,
Despairing in our blame?
How often do we wallow
Abandoning all hope?
As though on our own
With burden we could cope

If Peter lost all hope
When Our Lord had exposed his sin
Luke would not report the three thousand he would win
If Paul considered nothing,
But his murderous past
Would his inspired letters to this generation last?
Moses' life was evil,
Every sin he did commit
But from this desert bandit,
A shining lamp was lit
If Mary, Egypt's harlot
Had not tried to win His grace
Would she now be in Heaven,
Would she have won the race?

Our Lord set an example compelled we do the same
Fight, Strive, Persevere and on us will be no blame
If Our loving Saviour had not endured all pain
Would redemption and salvation ever be our gain

I come now with hope to Thy tomb O Lord
Knowing that in truth, above the earth Thou soared
I come now with joy
I come expecting life
(Knowing that through Thee,
I can endure all strife) x2