Saturday’s Stunned Silence
It was a day of stunned silence
After the horrors of the cross.
How could God let this happen?
We were all left at a loss
With no logical explanation
For taking a life so pure.
Injustice was swift and deadly,
That much was for sure.
That day was strangely silent
Birds didn’t sing like other days.
Even flowers drooped their heads in grief
In the tomb his body laid.
Our precious Lord was taken.
Our dearest friend was lost,
Followers left alone in anguish.
It was much too great a cost.
In silence we acknowledged
The things which had taken place,
While our hearts were still left longing
To look again upon Jesus’ face.
In truth He often told us
These things just had to be.
Our Saviour paid the terrible price
For the sins of you and me.
Yes Saturday was sadly silent
Such a solemn grieving day,
But we now know what would happen
At the dawn of the brand new day!
… Just like resurrection morning; we look with anticipation to the time of our Lord’s return.