Those wooden beams that held my Savior are now gone.
More precious are they then the Holy Grail.
They held my Savior so frail.
When He said, “It is finished.”
Those wooden beams had done their job.
While those who were near, just sobbed.
Yet the story is not done.
For God’s mystery is beginning to unveil of the glory of His Son.
As the grave could not hold Him down.
So that my sin would be drowned
in the depths of the sea.
Never to be found.
Just like those wooden beams are now gone.
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