Imagine with me if you will. In the tomb so quiet and still, The body of my Savior lay Dead and cold and sullen gray Man had crucified God’s precious Son. Beaten-scourged this very one, Who came to save the soul of man. Now sacrificed by God’s own plan. The wrath of God that day was stilled. Jesus sinless blood so freely spilled. The penalty for my sin was paid. Now in the tomb His body laid. But wait!  What …