Comfort for a Distraught Mother

Dear Mary,
Why are you crying?
You're son isn't gone forever,
But only visiting his father.
In three days he will come back,
More glorious than ever,
And he will dry your tears himself,
With the hands that were scarred by nails,
While he hung on the cross,
Paying the penalty for our sins.
But now let us stop mourning, for look!
The stone has been rolled back,
And the Lord is no longer in the grave.
Don't worry, his body wasn't stolen in the night,
But the Lord has risen,
Because he has not yet finished his work on this world.
For this reason we celebrate Easter,
And are called Christians.
So let Easter not be forgotten for what it really is,
The day when Jesus gave up His life for you and me.