Saturday - An Easter Poem by Paul David Tripp

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Saturday

Saturday
a beaten
abused
broken
man lay dead
sealed away
borrowed tomb.
Saturday
life died
hope died
love died
redemption’s promise died
the future died
all sealed in that
tomb.
Saturday
we died
dead in sin
no hope of life.
Saturday
darkness lived
mourning reigned
earth groaned.
Saturday
was not the end
Sunday came.
That man
Son of Man
Son of God
Lamb of Sacrifice
Conquering King
rose.
Love rose
hope rose
redemption rose
victory rose.
That Sunday
death got a death sentence
life now and forever.

"And if Christ has not been raised, your faith is futile and you are still in your sins. Then those also who have fallen asleep in Christ have perished. If in Christ we have hope in this life only, we are of all people most to be pitied.” (1 Corinthians 15:17-19)

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