A Poem for Holy Saturday
Holy Saturday
by Rev. Brian Lee
God in a grave
Creator destroyed
Divinity dead
The Word silent.
Human flesh lifeless
True God True Man True Death
Still. Dark. Cold.
For us.
by Rev. Brian Lee
God in a grave
Creator destroyed
Divinity dead
The Word silent.
Human flesh lifeless
True God True Man True Death
Still. Dark. Cold.
For us.