Dear Holy Friends,every thing make the tears start?
The day after . . . for us it is the day between Good Friday and Easter. For them, was it hopeless and forsaken?
in His grip,
Chandra Lynn Smith
The Day After
Where did they go, to whom did they turn
did hopeless and shame in their hearts burn?
They had all run away when Jesus died,
how did they find a place to hide?
Mary and John had stayed till the end
were they angry at their disappearing friends?
At what point did they find comfort in each other?
And how did they ever console his mother?
Who paced, who cried, so great was their grief,
how could they process all they had seen?
In those hours did they shares stories of Him?
could they think of anything good to lesson the grim?
As the sun set on the day and Sabbath began
Could they see any good in Jahweh's plan?
They all knew what He said would happen on the morrow
somehow I bet that didn't help their sorrow.
So today my thoughts are all about the next day
the horror and grief they had to face.
The cross on the hill was empty and bare
their Savior died while they appeared not to care.
May I never take lightly the truth of this day
I'm like they were, I still run away.
Thankfully I know it's just the end of the chapter
and hope is still alive on this day after.
~Chandra Lynn Smith, 3/30/13~