Song: The ballad of Mary Magdalene

 
My name is Mary
And I come from Magdala
And many a young man
         Has shared my bed.
The life I led
         It drove me crazy
I had seven devils
         In my head.
         The priests and elders
They came and took me
         And they condemned me
                  To my death.
So pay attention
         And I'll tell my story
If the good Lord spares me
         And gives me breath.
 
We met a good man
         Down by the roadside
They meant to trap him
         And catch him out.
They said this woman
         Was caught in sin and
The law is certain.
         There is no doubt.
We mean to stone her,
                  To execute her.
         If you're a good man
                  Then you'll agree.
So must she die
         As the law provides
Or would you rather
         We set her free?
 
He sat in silence
         And then he answered:
It seemed to me that
         My death was sure:
The penalty
         Permits no mercy,
So throw your stones
         If your life is pure.
         If you can say that
                  Before Jehovah,
         That you have never
                  Committed sin,
Then you are worthy
         To stand in judgement
On this young woman,
         So now begin.
 
They stood uncertain,
         Looked at each other,
And silently they
         Stole away.
He said: Is no one
         Left to condemn you?
Then neither do I,
         But this I say:
         Your life needs changing,
                  And rearranging.
         You have been given
                  The right to live.
For God has saved you
         From condemnation,
And my salvation
         Is what I give.
 
Now he was followed
         By 12 disciples
And Judas was
         The name of one.
He was a hard man
         And bitter with it,
A trusted servant
         When said and done.
         He kept the money
                  And oversaw it,
         So we could eat
                  And pay the bills.
Important work as
         We roamed the country
To seek and cure
         The people's ills.
 
I had a jar that
         Was made of marble
And precious perfume
         Filled the jar.
I raised it up and
         I poured the perfume
All upon this
         Good man's hair.
         But Judas scolded,
                  He was so angry.
         He said we could have
                  Sold the jar.
To feed the poor
         Who were so hungry:
A silly woman,
         That's what you are!
 
But Jesus smiled
         And he said this woman
Has done a very
         Lovely thing.
The poor are with you
         And always will be
Until my kingdom
         Returns again.
         But I am with you
                  For a brief moment
         And must return
                  To my Father's side.
So thank you, Mary,
         You shall be blessèd
And see me first
         When I'm glorified.
 
Now Judas turned
         And he proved a traitor
And he sold my Master
         For thirty coins.
They nailed him up
         On a cross so cruel
And there he died
         Between two thieves.
         When he was buried
The tomb was opened,
         The corpse had vanished
                  Into the night.
I came to seek him
         But none could find him
Till the whole garden
         Was filled with light.
 
I saw a young man
         Sat by the entrance
His face was radiant
         Like the sun.
I said young man
         Have you stole the body?
Come tell me plainly
         What you have done.
         He answered: Mary,
                  And my heart leapt,
         For I could hear
                  My Master's voice.
I ran to where
         The 12 were hiding
And cried: He lives,
So let's rejoice.
 
They were amazed,
Could not believe
That God could open
         The gates of death.
They called me foolish
         Continued weeping
And yet I knew that
         I told the truth.
         He came and met them,
Ate breakfast with them
         And all were changed by
                  Refining fire.
From that day forth
         The good news grows
And flames of freedom
         Are rising higher.
 
They say a woman
         Led men astray
When Adam took the
         Fruit from Eve.
But each of us
         Must take the blame
For what we do:
         This I believe.
         Remember this:
                  It was a woman
         Who blessed the Lord
                  And saw him die.
And when he rose
         She was the first
To see his glory
         Fill the sky.
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