The horror of crucifixion Friday lingers. The finality of the tomb buried all hope.
It is Saturday... and it is silent.
No one dreams of what lay ahead in only hours - tossed away stones, angels in white, a vacant tomb, and... No one can even begin to imagine.
It is Saturday... and it is silent.
The collective breath of heaven is held. Sunrise orders have been issued to angels.
It is Saturday... and it is silent.
Followers huddle in fear. Their past dead, their future unclear.
It is Saturday... and it is silent.
But the sun will lower and rise again. Saturday will pass, and Sunday will come. Darkness will pass. Light will break forth. Silence will be consumed by the joyous choirs of heaven.
What is dead will be alive. He who died will live.
It is Saturday... and it is silent.
But not for long!
For now...
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