BORROWED TOMB
Jesus’ cradle was a feeding trough
Because the inn had no more room
And when He died upon the cross
Was laid in a borrowed tomb.
He had not much to show
For His thirty-three years on earth.
His status was not much changed
From the poverty of His birth.
His true identity was hidden
From all but a chosen few,
And even those closest to Him
Doubted what they knew.
As they laid Him in the tomb,
They wept with tears of mourning.
Their terror made them forget
What He had promised for Sunday morning.
They solemnly laid Jesus in the grave,
and sealed it with a large boulder.
The Jews feared men would steal His body,
So, the place was guarded by soldiers.
Joseph of Arimethea,
Nicodemus, and the Marys
Left to prepare for the Sabbath.
It was late and they could not tarry.
They thought all hope was gone now.
They had buried their Messiah and Lord.
But they had forgotten His promise.
He had given them His word.
He had said He would rise on the third day.
When reading God’s word, it seems plain.
But they had seen their Master crucified
And were shaken with terror and pain.
