Forever To Be His

While I'm here I'm trying to write poems at some of the places that we go, especially places that have to do with the life of the Savior. We went to the Garden Tomb after Church today, and I wrote the first one. Hopefully more will follow.

In this garden now I sit, the place where Mary knelt
The empty tomb she saw, I see and feel what she has felt.
Beaten, stripped and scourged, pierced through hands and feet
Christ gave His life on Calvary, His mission here complete.
His bruised and bloody body then taken from the tree
Laid in the silent, borrowed tomb by friends so lovingly.
The heavens and the earth cried out, echoing mortal tears
Consuming darkness crushed the glowing hope of all the years.
The King of Kings was slain, was dead. His body lifeless lain
Three days the tomb was silent. Three days the stone remained.
But light o'ercame the darkness; salvation conquered sin
A body once laid down in death was taken up again.
His miraculous birth in Bethlehem, life came forth from a cave
This tomb cave too brought forth His life, victorious o'er the grave.
There Mary saw her Master, and knew what I now know
He is not here for He is risen. He lives forever more.
The consequence of Adam's sin will take me to the grave
But I too will come forth again through Him with pow'r to save.
He gave His life, He paid my price; He died and yet He lives.
That I, cleansed from my sin by blood, forever may be His.