THEY BURIED JESUS

Dense darkness covers, how can this be?

Sun still high, crucifiers flee!

Run into each other, terrified!

Not realizing for them He died!

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Meant nothing, their religiosity.

In the Temple daily, so candidly

The ritual of sacrifice was just that!

Just a ritual!  The depth, the meaning fell flat!

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Yet when the heavens blackened that day,

Pharisees, even the priests, fled away!

Tore into each other, ridiculous sight!

But no sight at all!  Black, the black night!

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Only faint light on that cross was seen!

By those looking up, what could this mean?

John gazed long then covered his eyes!

The women wept!  This was no surprise!

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“Mary,” the voice from the cross was clear!

The Savior’s face only seemed to be near!

“Behold thy son!”  All eyes turned to John!

His figure in darkness slight surprise shown!

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“John, behold your mother.”  Tenderness plain!

Felt by each other, a pledge contained!

Silence was broken, when suddenly

They heard from the cross, “Forsaken Me…”

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“Why?”  His scream shatters the dark!

But as soon clarity found its mark!

In measured tones, “Into Thy Hands…”

Tortured Spirit had followed commands!

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Darkness fled, evening light came clear!

Mary’s gaze turned as John came near!

Sadness but peace!  Was it faith inspired?

A new day dawning, was it truth conspired?

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Truly!!

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S. Cox 04.05.09

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