for you so that

the dark and despair-saturated Saturday

the middle of the confusion

the throes of crisis

in the unseen

the seed has penetrated

it’s shell has split

the sprout of The One has started

and…

His Son is on the scene

we have Scripture

they had Him as The Word

we have hope and faith

they had experience and expectation 

yet all seemed dashed on that sacred Saturday

for what and how… was He still?

they shake their heads and yell and say…

“I yearn and cry,

I can’t forget, 

for He,

for He,

He was for me!”

these days are no different,

at times despairing…

yet we trust The One who sent His Son

by Spirit and Praise,

we ask in shalom…

Lord Jesus alone, 

will you lift our gaze?

may our experience and expectations

remind us of You,

as God with us…

Emmanuel 

in our days gone by

and for our future know why

we exist for You… 

Father God… Savior Jesus

You alone are our Truth

Saturdays are 

and will indeed be

but dear saint remember…

He is for You, He is for me

your Sunday cometh

and your days will shine

with the overwhelming radiance 

of Your King and mine

until then precious heart

remain with The One

remind Him of His goodness

and delight in His Son

know with each day and dawn

dear saint and dear son 

your hope for sure…

will 

not 

be 

undone!