“It Is Finished”
“When Joseph had taken His body, he wrapped it in a clean
Matthew 27:59
linen cloth and laid it in his new tomb, which he had
hewn out of the rock”
The sun forgot to shine that
Day
With a frown it slowly faded
Away
Darkness filled the sky
Upon this event no one
Could look
Mockers spit upon His body
The heathen raged
The Pharisees gloated
They had had their way
The sky split in two the
Rocks broke asunder
His body thrust with a
Spear
Water and blood from
A broken heart appeared
Oh Caiaphas, why did you
Plot to kill this Man?
Pilate’s wife had said “Have
Nothing to do with Him”
Of His guilt you washed your
Hands
The day He died He bowed
His Head and cried
“It is finished!”
Joseph laid Him in a tomb
Especially hewn for Him
His beloved friends
Laid His hands upon His
Breast
His Holy Death and
Resurrection we honor
But of the day in between
These two blessed events
Some believe He went to heaven
But then why would He need
A Resurrection?
Oh you wily ones, did you think
Your seal upon the stone would
Keep the Savior hidden?
So on the day between death and
Life, our Lord rested, to rise
Again!
For us the victory over death has
Been won!
Let not this day be forgotten!
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