The Saturday of Easter

Each of the disciples were isolated,
Their hope had become suffocated;
They watched their friend and teacher,
Become a disfigured and dead preacher;
Jesus was now in a tomb somewhere,
Their minds were wandering elsewhere;
Peter was guilt stricken by his denial,
His heart feeling the weight of his trial;
Each person trying to remember what was said,
All they could see was that Jesus had bled;
Their sorrow would reach its lowest point,
By the end of this day that God did appoint;
Tomorrow is just around the corner,
A new day is coming for each mourner;
Sunday would come in awesome power,
Making evil and death curl up and cower;
Today was the Jewish Sabbath requiring rest,
Jesus remained in the grave to pass God’s test;
He had proclaimed that he would suffer,
The disciples would learn he was no bluffer;
Friday etched minds with gruesome pictures,
Saturday was filled with hopeless mixtures;
But Sunday would arrive with an incredible display,
Life breaking forth from death showing no decay;
Jesus would rise from the dead as he promised,
The women and disciples would be astonished;
He indeed would become our risen Savior,
When He died it did not mean he was a failure;
Jesus Christ bore the punishment of God’s wrath,
In love to save believers in His gracious bath!

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About Nathan Krupke

Made righteous by Jesus Christ, saved by God's amazing grace, being sanctified by His Spirit, husband, father of three, and a CPA by trade.
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