A Sorrowful Sabbath

Observing the Sabbath

image by Aronsky Dina

image by Aronsky Dina

in anguish and in wait.

The countless tears falling

at our dear Savior’s fate.

Forgotten the promise

that He would again rise.

They had lost hold of hope

as they released their cries.

For was it not Jesus

who’d promised to reign?

Were all the miracles

and wonder done in vain?

Imagine their posture

if they had truly known,

of the coming promise

at the rolled away stone…

“They found the stone rolled away from the tomb, but when they entered, they did not find the body of the Lord Jesus.” (Matthew 24:2-3)

Dear Heavenly Father, thank You that You are our God of all hope, despite how things appear.  Forgive us for the times that we have lost sight of hope because of how things look to our limited human understanding, and help us to hold all of our hope in You.  Thank You that though there are seasons of sorrow, joy comes in the morning.  Thank You that Your joy is not dependent on our circumstances, but rather it is a deep-rooted blessing that rises up, from You.  May Your joy be our strength and Your love lead us to live lives that honor You in all we say and do.  May many hear of the hope held in the miraculous resurrection, and may they come to receive all that You have for them.  Let this Easter be the beginning of a brand new life.  Amen.

© Shannon Elizabeth Moreno and Revelations in Writing, May 2011 – present

2 Comments

  1. Oh, and He wasn’t there! Our Lord had risen! 😀 Makes me want to fall in love with Him all over again…

    Goosebumps all over!

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