Joseph begged for the body of Jesus After the soldiers were done. He let Pilate know of a new grave he owned, The last resting place for Gods Son Early that first Easter morning In the rock where the grave had been hewn God gave it back; there was just no more need For a borrowed and barely-used tomb Its cold, its dark and its empty, This place where death lost its sting It once belonged to a rich man And was used for a while by a King He was just changing clothes for a journey Then He left that old ugly room Death and the grave lost their victory In a borrowed and barely-used tomb Have you ever tried to imagine The dawning on that first day When God shook the earth, an angel came down, And rolled the great stone away He spoke to the woman that morning Whod come with her spice and perfume Why seek ye the living among the dead In this borrowed and barely-used tomb Its cold, its dark and its empty, This place where death lost its sting It once belonged to a rich man And was used for a while by a King He was just changing clothes for a journey Then He left that old ugly room Death and the grave lost their victory In a borrowed and barely-used tomb
Posted on: Sat, 02 Aug 2014 05:16:53 +0000
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