Jesus is Laid in the Tomb
The earth, which shook as its Creator died, now opens to receive Your body. A dark and solitary cell for Your human flesh to lie until You take it up once more.
Hastily, your friends prepare Your body for burial. They hurry for the Sabbath draws nigh.
Little do they understand that You are the Lord of the Sabbath, the Rest of God; that for the souls who have gone before, You proclaim the Good News, smashing open the gates of hell.
I will wait beside Your tomb my Lord, keeping watch for Your return.
