Sandwiched between two historical points in time
The day before and the day after
Yet nobody talks of that Sabbath that rests in between
How miserable it must've felt, on a day we're supposed to feel peace
No rest, no peace, only anxiety
Sabbath--a weekly holiday to remember God created the world
Now felt pointless if there wasn't a future to hope for
Just imagine the hearts that were crushed before sun down
Lingering in anguish as hope faded away
"Good Friday" we call it now, but back then, it was anything but
When the Lord of our hope, nailed to a cross, took His "last" breath
That Cross would later remind us of love, but back then, trigge
