Removed from the cross
Wrapped in a shroud
They took him away
From the lingering crowd
While a mother wept
For the loss of her son

“It is finished, it is done”

They laid him to rest
In a tomb made of stone
Guarded by sentries
He was never alone
Mary Magdalen kept vigil
Those close heard her pray
For her savior’s return
On this Holy Saturday

 

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