Golgotha's Grace

In the shadow of the hill, where silence falls

Echoes of a story, behind sacred walls

Golgotha’s shadow, a place of the skull

Whispers of the past, calling out to all

They came with heavy hearts, to the place of the skull

A tale of sacrifice, so merciful

Preparation for the silent cry, the day before the Sabbath

A moment frozen in time, in a landscape so crafted

Joseph steps forward, a heart full of hope

Boldly he asks, through uncertainty's scope

To lay down his love, in linen so pure

In a tomb carved by hand, secure and sure

Oh, the stone rolls, against the door

A symbol of love, forevermore

In the quiet, in the hush, in the dawn's early light

A story of grace, of hope taking flight

Wrapped in linen, laid in the dark

A promise of life, a sacred mark

From the depths of the earth, a new hope emerges

A testament to love that never perishes or perishes

In the silence of the tomb, a new day begins

The hope springs eternal, love always wins

Golgotha’s shadow fades, as dawn's light glows

A story of redemption, that forever flows