Awaiting Sunday

Saturday morning, all hope lies dead in a grave,
Tomorrow stands empty, hurt capturing us, enslaves.

Saturday noon, no faith can act, this life to save,
Tomorrow stands empty, fear mounting like waves.

Saturday evening, love alone points beyond the daze,
Tomorrow stands empty, awaiting the life he gave.

Daybreak comes, Jesus chases the sting of death away,
Sunday brims full, as faith, hope and love crown the day.

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