I AM THE TOMB
I have been purchased by a wealthy gentleman for his last
resting place. But now I find myself being used for a common criminal. I cannot
imagine what this rich man was thinking to use me in this way.
I am to be a place of honor, a place of respect and a place
for the wealthy, not for a person who was disgraced by dying on a cross where
thieves dye.
Yet, when this man’s family brought his body to be laid
inside of this tomb, I realized that this man was someone who was great; he was
gentle, he was kind and there was something that spoke to me about him.
I am so proud to be the place chosen to hold the body of
this great man; The Son of God!
I now become dark as the soldiers are sealing the doorway
with a huge rock, because if they don’t in a day of two this earthly shell will
begin to smell and those who come to pay homage to this man will not want to
have a vivid memory of such a smell.
It is cold in here, dark and hard; but I will wrap my smooth
shape around his body, just like a cradle!
Trust me, I will hold him softly as long as he remains!
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