The Fourteenth Station, Jesus is laid in the Tomb

The stone is rolled, and silence reigns,
a hush of grief, a weight of pain.
The hands that healed, the feet that walked,
now still—no breath, no voice to talk.

The ones who loved, who stood, who wept,
press trembling hands where He once stepped.
A mother’s touch, a mourner’s sigh,
a final kiss, a last goodbye.

O lifeless Love, entombed away,
does darkness win? Does hope decay?
Yet in this tomb, the seed is sown,
a buried grace, a harvest known.

The dawn is veiled, but not for long,
for even here, in death’s cold throng,
the Word is life, the promise true,
and soon, O Christ, we rise with You.

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Let us pray:

Lord Jesus, as You lay in the tomb, all seemed lost.
Yet even in the silence, You were working,
breaking the chains of sin and death.

Teach us to trust You in the waiting,
to believe in Your promise even when all seems buried.
May we rest in the hope of resurrection,
knowing that love is never truly sealed away.

Amen.