HOLY SATURDAY
Jesus lays dead in his tomb, the world is sad and quiet.
Jesus had been dead, all is dark, and many are sad.
Jesus’s voice has ended, and many are in shock.
Jesus is believed to be gone, never to be heard from again.
Jesus is believed to be descended into the darkness of death.
Jesus some believe has gone to free many from death of sin.
Holy Saturday may be the day Jesus fought with good and evil for the rights of us to live in heaven.
Holy Saturday, was silent on earth, yet we ponder if Jesus did battle for the rights of all his believers to be freed by his work on the cross and in his life.
Holy Saturday is a day, we reflect and pray, and love, and remember all of Jesus’s teachings and his sacrifice on the cross.
We love you Jesus, and thank you for all of your works, today and always we pray.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
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