Temporary Tomb

A man lies in his comfort

His eyes are closed in slumber

All around his sides

His bed is cushioned lumber

His body is relaxed

His breathing is so deep

He feels so undisturbed

As he gets his sleep

Jolted wide awake

From something in his room

His deepest sleep and recluse

Was a temporary tomb

A man lies in his comfort

His eyes are closed in slumber

All around his sides

His coffin's made of lumber

His body is relaxed

But his spirit's in the Deep

His soul is far away

As his body gets its sleep

Jolted by some robbers

Lit up by the moon

The gravesite is exploited

A temporary tomb

The man lies in discomfort

By souls of men - encumbered

His sides are slashed and torn

As he dangles from the lumber

His body is racked with pains

His breathing is so labored

So thirsty that a sponge

In vinegar is savored

The man says "It is finished!"

They seal away the Groom

But the stone can't keep Him locked

Within His temporary tomb

The girl looks in the mirror

With disgust written on her face

And with her cuts she tells herself

Her body's a waste of space

Her soul is what's eternal

Her body is a home

The Holy Spirit and her soul

Inside her flesh and bones

She's based her worth on Nothing

She'll have a new body soon

And now she holds the Great I AM

In her temporary tomb

We're dying once we're born

Our bodies all decay

Yet we seem to base our worth

On what will pass away

But if we derive such meaning

From our bodies and our minds

Who then are we once we die

And leave those things behind?

You're beautiful, Beloved

And have been since the womb

Don't base your eternal value

On a temporary tomb