The Lord knew that the hearts of men
Would tremble at the word
That He who died had risen up,
They would call it absurd.
To forestall any doubt.
That all who heard, would know the truth
The world would talk about.
So no mistake was made
That He who rose was He who died,
And in that tomb was laid.
Whose word would hold value.
Assuring that His death was deemed
As verified and true.
The pieces all in place,
That man might truly understand
God’s power and His grace.
And those who watched in grief,
No prophecy or promises
Could offer them relief.
Broken hearts filled with pain
Not knowing that, in two days’ time,
Only joy would remain.
Nicodemus also, who earlier had come to Jesus by night,
came bringing a mixture of myrrh and aloes, about seventy-five pounds in
weight. So they took the body of Jesus and bound it in linen cloths with the
spices, as is the burial custom of the Jews. Now in the place where he was
crucified there was a garden, and in the garden a new tomb in which no one had
yet been laid.
Saturday, April 4, 2026
The Pieces He Put In Place
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