When He Spoke My Name

She did not know her risen Lord
Through sorrow and her bitter tears
And then in wonder heard the word
'Mary' - that drove away her fears.

She knew Him then, the One she loved
The greatest Teacher she had known
Standing in the grass, revived
No other but her Lord alone.

When He will call us by our name
We will be certain who He is
His calling will ignite a flame
To hear His heavenly cadences.

As sheep we know His voice afar
Each one will know their name when called
In Him we know just who we are
And rest within His Love enthralled.

This poem was a finalist in the October 2025 poetry contest

Book by Paul Purday

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