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
