Oh Joseph, where would my Savior be
without your stone tomb,
where would He have been laid down
if you were not there?
He died on the cross, bearing my sin
dead, and buried,
dormant, waiting, for the fulfillment
of the prophets, the joy coming
buried in the stone
behind the rock
October 17, 2007 10:54am
part of the Apostle’s Creed
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Buried
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