Life Through Death

Your poem reminded me of another:

The Cross was his Own

They borrowed a bed to lay His head
When Christ the Lord came down;
They borrowed the ass in the mountain pass
For Him to ride to town;
But the crown that He wore and the Cross that He bore
Were His own--
The Cross was His own.

He borrowed the bread when the crowd He fed
On the grassy mountain side,
He borrowed the dish of broken fish
With which He satisfied.
But the crown that He wore and the Cross that He bore
Were His own--
The Cross was His own.

He borrowed the ship in which to sit
To teach the multitude;
He borrowed a nest in which to rest--
He had never a home so rude;
But the crown that He wore and the Cross that He bore
Were His own--
The Cross was His own.

He borrowed a room on His way to the tomb
The Passover Lamb to eat;
They borrowed a cave for Him a grave,
They borrowed a winding sheet.
But the crown that He wore and the Cross that He bore
Were His own--
The Cross was His own.
By: Anonymous

That brought tears to my eyes...

They brought him into a tomb
where no one else had been buried.

Him who died such death
as no one else had died.

Into a tomb bought for another
they took him who bought others free.

By shroud they covered
the one who covered many sins.

Not sins of his own
but ours who are his own.

He who lived our life
and died our death.

Maybe take a look at this verse…Are the thoughts disjoint? Is the meaning clear?

Into a tomb bought for another
they took him who bought others free.

Hmm, it seems clear enough to me, but I may well be missing something. What's the unclarity or disjointedness with this part if you could describe it more? Not saying that you are wrong though. I wrote this one in Finnish, and it may have lost some of the original style when I translated it. I kind of struggled a bit to keep the brevity of my original Finnish version without losing any of the stylistic nuances.

Was is it Jesus who bought others a tomb so it would be free?

Yes I can see it, if I don't associate the verse before to the second verse! Great thought.

I probably could learn a lot about writing poems from you! My ears are open!