Tune: Passion Chorale
('O sacred head, sore wounded')
John 20 v.38-42
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Friday evening, desolate
Believers mournful state
Christ dies for our salvation
Reaches to each nation
What would follow, mystery?
Would they again Him see?
Even as He has spoken
He would die, rise again
Then Joseph, a disciple
Secretly was he all
For fear of the Jews, but he
Boldly asked Pilate, see
That he might take the body
Of Jesus, and humbly
Give dignified burial
He did not falter, fall
And too Nicodemus did
Help, his faith now not hid
They took mixture of spices
Of myrrh and aloes (a-o-lees)
Body of Jesus bound they
With linen cloths that day
Along with the spices, for
This the Jews manner sure
The manner, how they buried
Their own people, their dead
In place of crucifixion
There was a garden one
Therein there was a tomb new
They laid Him there, did view
Him at peace, Preparation
Day* was for their nation
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* Preparation Day = Thursday sunset to Friday sunset,
preparing for the Sabbath Day = Friday sunset to Saturday sunset.
- Author: orchidee ( Offline)
- Published: April 3rd, 2021 02:00
- Comment from author about the poem: A hymn-poem in 7.6.7.6. 7.6.7.6. metre. A sort of mysterious, enigmatic interval of Easter Eve/Easter Saturday, between Good Friday and Easter Sunday.
- Category: Spiritual
- Views: 38
Comments1
Good one Orchi.
Thanks Gold.
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