The women’s gifts to Him would not last long:
Just as His corpse itself must soon decay,
Embalming myrrh’s soft sweetness drifts away.
A tomb that’s carved in stone’s forever strong,
But nothing can sweet aloes’ life prolong.
What Joseph gave would stand beyond today:
This granite burial site was sure to stay–
Regardless of what time might bring along.
But at the sepulcher stunned women learned
The grave the Savior borrowed He returned;
The risen Christ would visit Galilee:
An upper room, a shore beside the sea.
What Joseph thought he gave he only lent;
The women’s incense still gives forth its scent.