Ok, it's SATURDAY . . but Sunday's comin'

The Night BEFORE Easter

  

The night was so different from all the rest
  And a silence covers the Earth;
The stars have no glimmer,
  the moon tries to hide,
For in death lies the man of their birth.

In a room filled with sorrow, a mother cries
  For Jesus, her Son now is gone;
Her child sent from heaven was taken away,
  Heart broken she feels all alone.

   At the feet of his mother a little boy cries
   Saying, 'momma, I don't understand;
    I remember the look of love in His eyes,
     That I saw,
      just by the touch of His hand.'

The King of all ages, the Giver of life,
For a moment lies silent and still;
But a power sent from heaven comes breaking the night,
And death must bow to His will.

Then .  . a stone moves,
      the Earth shakes,
        birds start singing,

The sun .  . shines
    the Earth .  . warms,
        new life it's bringing;

A little boy .  . stops crying,
    a mother .  . is smiling,
       
For death could not hold their King!

It might be SATURDAY  .  . 

But Sunday's still comin'