He Couldn’t Stay on the Cross

After the crown of thorns
And they ripped the robe off His back 
And after the hammer and nails
When the lightening came down with a crack

While the life blood of Jesus poured out 
From the wound where they pierced His side
The crowd stood around looking up at His face 
 Then Mary bowed in her grief as she cried

And by the law He couldn't stay after sunset
He must be buried by the end of the day
So - Joseph of Arimathea
Begged Pilate to take Him away

He couldn’t stay on the cross after nightfall
He must be laid in the dark of the tomb
Till He rose with the breath of the Spirit
When the angel would roll back the stone!

And Joseph bought a linen shroud and taking him down, wrapped him in the linen shroud and laid him in a tomb that had been cut out of the rock. And he rolled a stone against the entrance of the tomb.  
Mark 15:42-46 ESV

He Couldn't Stay on the Cross by Peter Caligiuri 
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