Magdala

Cool by the shore
In more than before of
Magdala's lore
Where whispers would shimmer
And glimmer and simmer
At every door
And stories would ripple
And triple and triple
Of her once tour of
Mary who wandered
And squandered
Then pondered the savior's more
And the tales would quiver
River softly
As they'd say
How your mercy tender
Sent a call to her from the fray
We've heard how your light in the night