Your disciples all hid away
terrified that dark Saturday
Not knowing what to do
now that men had crucified You
Hope that day was hidden too
doubting what You said was true
Wondering if You would really rise
or if Friday proved Your demise
I think I know just how they felt
as with hopelessness I have dealt
Mired in the Saturday of depression
in need of Your intercession
As the disciples on Sunday found
You as King would clearly be crowned
I have found Your promises true
of eternal hope to help me through
Although Saturday may seem quite dark
Sunday’s resurrection is Your hallmark
Broken Believers 