Saturday

Yesterday was a day of sadness. Our Savior died all those years ago.

But we don't skip from Friday's pain, to Easter's joy.

Today is Saturday.

Everyone thought He was dead.

 

 

Saturday 4/7/12

I hear about, that Friday

When Your blood was spilled

To take our sins away.

Your crown of thorns,

And the mocking crowd.

When the world was dark,

And our sins came down.

I wonder about, that Saturday,

When all hope was lost,

You had gone away.

Lying in that tomb,

The stone was rolled

The disciples hid,

Forgetting what You told.

What did they feel,

Knowing You were dead?

Oh the painful loss,

And the mounting dread.

You were dead,

You were gone away.

All hope seemed lost,

On that Saturday.

Oh You were dead,

You were gone away.

All hope seemed lost,

On that Saturday.

~ZA

Copyright © 2012 Ophelia M. Flowers