A reflection on Holy Saturday
Wait, wait yet a while
For though the darkness has it’s troubles spun
And sorrows’ ocean feeds upon your tears
Victory by darkness is not won
But by the Love born to transform your fears.
Joy and hope walk with you through the grief
Whilst anger seeks command upon your soul
But sprung from grace and peace is Love re-newed
Wait, wait yet a while for that joyous morn.