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From Good Friday to Easter

Good Friday:
Pause to perceive the pain,
sit with the sorrow,
contemplate the cruelty
of the condemnation of Christ,
the substitute of the sinless Son

 

Sad Saturday

Saturday, the settled gloom
Speaks only doom
Our Lord sealed in the tomb.
Our hopes were high.
Why did he have to die?
Was it all a lie?
Stumble through Sabbath, weak,
Everything so bleak
What to do at the first of the week?

 

Easter Morning:
Tears are turned to triumph
Woe to wonder
Sadness to singing
Aching to alleluia
The blues have blossomed to blessing
And darkness is driven away by delight.

He is Risen!

 

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