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
