Easter Saturday
So our Easter Saturday is a day to be enjoyed
All our thirst for leisure is there to be employed.
Not so for the disciples on that Sabbath to forget
They were scared and shattered, I’d be inclined to bet.
Have pity for these broken men they’ve had so much to bear
‘twas their beloved master who hung and suffered there
No visit to a synagogue as they were forced to hide
With mobs upon the rampage, they had no use for pride.
Their tears would flow from sorrow and their bitterness.
They had trusted Jesus and He’d left them in this mess!
They’d given up so much for Him and now their master’s gone
They were fully in despair. What hope of going on?
They were like headless chickens ready for the pot
I’m sure they blamed each other for the troubles they had
got.
It seems that, as so often, it’s the women who deal best.
They planned what they had to do to put their Lord to rest.
Somehow they got through the day and waited through the
night
They have no hope that at the dawn things will be all right!
When we have our troubles and wrestle with despair
At least we know our Saviour will be with us there!
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