Waiting, in prayer, for the final fulfillment
the raising from the dead, the Messiah in the grave
The tomb sealed by the authorities, guards stood watch
the disciples, confused, waited, despairing, hoping
Would the prophesy be made real
would he rise?
They waited. Lucky for us;
we know the rest of the story
revealed to them that first Easter ‘morn.
March 22, 2008
Saturday, March 22, 2008
A Holy Saturday
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