But Sunday Dawned

 

 

From a bad Good Friday

To an awfully sad Saturday,

From an awfully sad Saturday

To a glad-tidings Sunday.

 

Three signaled days!

From the hapless to the hopeless to the hope,

Friday, Saturday and Sunday:

Three days worthy of note.

 

What an eventful Friday:

That heart stopping nightmare!

What a mind-numbing Saturday

Full of grief and fear!

 

But Sunday dawned

In more ways than one,

The light shone resplendently

And the darkness was gone!

 

 

“Three days,” he had said

And it came back to them,

“Slow of heart,” he had called the two

But this was the common problem.

 

He had told them many things

Which they had refused to accept

And the notion of his decease

Was a total reject.

 

But Sunday dawned

In more ways than one

And suddenly, like out of nowhere,

Hope was reborn.

 

 

 

It was Mary Magdalene

Who spoke to the gardener

Only to discover

That it was the Master.

 

With that she rushed off

Evangelism on her mind,

“Come and see the Master,” she said,

What a glorious find!

 

It did not take the rest long

To stir from their slumber,

Not much sleep on Saturday anyway,

Friday had done a number.

 

But Sunday dawned

In more ways than one

And the dread of Friday and Saturday

Was definitely gone.

 

“He is alive!” the cry went up

For Sunday had truly dawned,

A pep was in the disciples’ step

And they celebrated as one.

 

 

Yes, Sunday had dawned

In more ways than one:

The Lord Jesus Christ had risen

And death’s horror was gone.

 

From a bad Good Friday

To an awfully sad Saturday

But that glorious resurrection Sunday

Bespoke the born-again way.

 

Stewart Russell (c) April 17, 2022