Yesterday the Jewish leaders denied the Lord to be their king. The streets were throbbing with anticipated pain, crosses being carried, insults being hurled. Preparations were being made for a Sabbath rest.
The skull shaped hill was covered with blood and gore, home to three deaths. Four Roman soldiers were impressed by one death.
Today is the day of Sabbath rest. Nothing is happening. The streets are empty. The new tomb is full, filled in haste and secrecy the night before this day dawned.
Nothing moves. All are behind doors.
Tomorrow A dawn of glory in a garden of awakening joy.
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