This Saturday of silence
They’ve seen so much, things no one has ever seen before
They were called, appointed, given a purpose so much greater than they had before
He once called them to be fishers of men
Do they dare to grab their nets and go back to fishing for fish?
Is it all over, is it really done?
What was it all for anyway for it to be ended in such a way?
This Saturday of silence
As still as the grave…

They abandoned Him
They couldn’t sleep that night
Reliving each moment, remembering His eyes
Haunted by their betrayal, cursing their cowardice
If only they would have said something, done something,
But they tried! He wouldn’t let them, He seemed willing to go
Did He know what they would do to Him?
Did any of them know?
How did any of this happen?
So many questions, but one thing they did know
They abandoned Him

Maybe they can redeem themselves
Turn themselves in to receive the punishment given
If that was His fate, it should be theirs as well
They believed in Him and the teachings He did tell
Like sheep, they should follow their Shepherd even through hell
But no, it seemed fear had them gripped
Scattered they were on this silent Saturday
Their world had been flipped on them and then ripped from them
No, there would be no redemption on this day, no, not yet

This Saturday of silence
We want to push past
We don’t even want to consider the desperation
Or fill our minds with such contemplation
We move on as if it didn’t happen
And if thoughts come of His followers on this day
We chase them away, we chase them away
But if and when we do, I believe we miss something
Something that can grant us such strength and power this world cannot contain
The same strength and power that carried Jesus through
All that He went through before
This Saturday of silence

Noah saw it, Abraham did too, Joseph, Moses, Gideon, David
What about me and you?
Elijah, Daniel, and as the chapter in Hebrews goes on to say,
“The world was not worthy of them.”
And there is “something better for us”
Yes, we know what’s beyond this day
They didn’t, each with their own Saturday of silence
But they carried on
And we are called to run
So let’s remember this day and remember it well
For its through such days that paves the way
For the advancement of His Kingdom
And this Kingdom we will receive
Glory, Hallelujah, continue on brothers and sisters
Brighter days are coming!
Victory is ours!

-Brian Carter

So let us be like the birds who sing amidst the Darkness
Let us carry their song till the coming of the Day
For it is His love that lifts our hearts to praise
As it is His power that lifts the sun to blaze.

And yet amidst this dark there is much to suffer
As Night seems to rule this present hour

Great pain and loss are our closest companions
Doubt and regret are our right and left hands
They seem to walk with us shadowing the Way
Stealing our joy and turning it to weeping
Stealing our breath from the song we’re to sing
Oh LORD we await the coming of Your Day

The Abyss cries out in the lack of Your presence
The shadows condemn us and we begin to fade

Tripping and stumbling trading walking for crawling
Wishing to be running so tired of falling

We remember O LORD when our legs were strong
Marching with the saints amidst Your mighty throng
We remember O LORD and it brings bitterness
Looking at now while we’re in the thick of this

Remind us O LORD of the strength that comes from You
Give us this strength for we long for what is true

We are laid low by the lives we have lived
And sometimes it wasn’t us but the things this world did
Sometimes O LORD we feel like Job
Abandoned by You and left alone in the cold

These waters they continue to rise
Above our chins they seek our demise

If we can’t turn to You where else do we go?
No one else has power like You
Not in Heaven, Earth, or Below

And then we hear them like distant stars in the sky
Little voices singing like the angels on high

Their voices gather into a chorus
And we see Light coming up before us

It begins as a glow awestruck we wait
Then it begins to grow and the Light becomes too great
The sky is filled with red like the blood that was shed
Behold! The waters around us recede and the Darkness has fled

The colors dazzle our eyes
and the warmth brings joy to our souls
We forget the days of our weeping
We leave behind those days of old
But we remember those little voices
that sang amidst the cold
Giving birth to the hope in our hearts
the coming of Christ foretold.

So let us be like the birds who sing amidst the Darkness
Let us carry their song till the coming of the Day
For it is His love that lifts our hearts to praise
As it is His power that lifts the sun to blaze.

-Brian Carter