Saturday Was for Real

 

 

If Friday was the nightmare

Then Saturday was for real,

No need to pinch themselves any more

Saturday was for real.

 

Friday morning, he was around

Saturday morning, he was not,

There was absolutely no doubt then

That despair would be their lot.

 

Crucified and buried!

Their champion was gone

And of all the miracles he had done,

This was not to be one.

 

That’s the way they saw it

And their seeing was believing,

He came, he saw, but did not conquer

Given all that they were seeing.

 

Friday may have been the nightmare

But Saturday they were wide awake,

And the fact that there was no Jesus

Had them in a horrible state.

 

 

They had doubted what he said

About his decease and return to life,

None of that had made any sense

Since all they faced was strife.

 

Friday Jesus hung from a cross,

On Saturday, he lay in a tomb,

Death had delivered its mortal blow

And that was the symbol of doom.

 

An awfully horrid Friday

Followed by Saturday’s confirmation,

Jesus is stone dead in a tomb

Leaving them in desperation!

 

Saturday was for real!

A Sabbath of colossal proportions,

A memorial never to be forgotten

With perhaps misplaced devotion.

 

 

It was good while it had lasted

But Saturday confirmed the end,

He made himself out to be the Messiah

But alas, he was only a friend.

 

Stewart Russell © April 16, 2022