Stations of The Cross - Fourteenth Station

                  Jesus laid in the tomb.

                        Mark 15: 46,47

              Gently,gently, let him down,

              Help us lift his thorny crown.

              Wipe the blood from his face,

              He shall no longer be abased.

              Lay him upon a cloth of linen,

              Let them pass, the weeping women,

              To anoint him as undefiled,

              Their tender love, as to a child.

          The pity of it, I Joseph of Arimathea,

          Could only do what was right so late.

          A disciple, but in secret, for fear

          Of the Sanhedrin I had to placate.

          Yet I never consented to his death,

          Instead, I sought permission from Pilate,

          To lay him to rest, in a tomb near here;

          It being new, it was the least I could do.

          For the love of him, I Mary Magdalen,

          Came here with his mother and others,

          To be with him – he who never sinned.

          More than I know, if he was the Messiah,

          He taught me love – the blessing from above.

          And for that those men nailed him to a tree,

          For the truth their blind pride could never see.

          I will follow with Mary, to his tomb.

                Wrapped in linen, placed on a cart,

                His body is taken away,

                To the tomb where he will lie.

                While the others must depart,

                The two Mary’s settle down.

                For a while, they will stay.

 Image  from Wikimedia Commons: Jörn Droemann.

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