Chanso

What was it like for Jesus on Saturday?

We think about Your special twelve

While You were hidden in Your grave.

How Your disciples worried then

While trying to be calm and brave.

How Satan thought that he had won

And the Sanhedrin must have smirked

And patted themselves on their backs

At how their evil plan had worked.

And how the women knelt and grieved

At the great loss of one they loved.

And all their hopes seemed dashed and lost

With only silence from above.

But how was it for You, my Lord,

In almost three-day interim?

Between the time You walked the earth

And Sunday when You would return.

Were there high fives passed all around

Between all those who’d gone before?

And sadness when they surely learned

You’d be gone some forty days more?

Did they start counting down that night?

Was there excitement all around?

Did cheers go up when stone was moved

And You came up from underground?

We know You hadn’t really died

The Friday those on earth had cried.