The tomb was
closed
Hearts laid
bare
How can hope
persevere?
With the Savior
who died in there?
The in
between is frightening
We cant see
which way to go
How can the
grave be an awakening?
On Saturday we
cannot know.
Faith is
forged in the darkness
When feeble
prayers are said
How can I trust
in this bleakness?
When the one
I loved is dead?
Saturday is
just as necessary
As the cross
and Sunday morn
For each life
has seasons where darkness tarries
In the tomb
new life is born
Take heart
in the waiting
When it
seems like all is lost
There is
hope sprouting in the burying
The son has
paid the cost
Your Saturday
seasons are not in vain
You are seen
and loved in heartbreak
The one who
died knows your deep pain
He’s with
you in all your heartache
You don’t have
to deny the struggle of the clouds
That shattered
life pictures bring
It is human and
divine to cry aloud
For the
tears give permission for a broken heart to sing
Sunday is coming
soon
For the savior
and for you
The sun will
once again shine at noon
And light
will brighten you anew
The stone
will roll from the grave
The Savior
will walk away free
Enabling
feeble hearts to be brave
A new hope
for the world to see.
