A Bed Of Stone
There lies Jesus on a bed of stone.
He died today-forsaken, alone.
His life poured out and His blood did flow.
This bitter cup, only He would know.
Still He answered to His father's call
And gave His love to ransom us all.
He's rejected, broken and alone.
His body rests on a bed of stone.
The second day and within the tomb
All is quiet as a mother's womb.
What pain and grief that Jesus has known,
Forsaken now, facing Hell alone.
His soul is cast to the depths of Hell
To feel such pain that no tongue could tell.
Such great sorrow that it made Him groan
As He lay there, on a bed of stone.
Two days are gone; now begins the third.
Inside the tomb some forces have stirred.
Victory's His. The fighting is done,
As the Father looks down at His son.
A mighty presence is in the Tomb,
And Jesus comes forth, as from the womb.
He took my sin and suffered the pain,
Now He is risen, forever to reign.
Without blemish, the Savior has died.
For my own sins, He was crucified.
But the story was far from the end
When He laid down His life for a friend.
The greatest gift was the one He gave
When love took Him to a borrowed grave.
He's in Glory and I'll live to see
The home that He is making for me.
~Author~
Glen Pysell
©1998
The midi you are listening to is......"Via Dolorosa"
Please... Do not copy or reproduce without written permission from the author.
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