The followers of Jesus always thought
He would finally overthrow Rome.
They imagined a mighty war fought
And at last peace on Earth, their home.

But when no earthly battle happened
Jesus let himself be crucified,
Many followers must have despaired
And let go of hope, broke down and cried.

We know the story
We see the end
But they were mourning
Wondering when
When would the glory
Happen for them

They seemed to be stuck in Saturday
Suspended between His death and life.
Are we mired there rejecting the way
Believing Jesus came
Desiring His name
But afraid ourselves to die?

For us to now live
Death must come first
Our will we must give
To gain rebirth
If we’re to be His
We surrender

We remember the crucifixion of Christ
And on Good Friday come together.
We celebrate the resurrection to life,
On Easter Sunday think of forever

But are you stuck in Saturday
And content to live that way?