April 2, 2021
The disciples were shattered, their King in the tomb,
Discouraged and frightened, with visions of doom.
With soldiers now guarding the place where He lay,
Were they too on the list of the people to slay?
They huddled in secret. They stayed out of sight.
They lurked in the shadows then scurried at night.
They spoke in a whisper, words hard to express
Confusion and brokenness, pain and distress.
Each silently mourning His death on the cross,
Each feeling the hurt and the pain of their loss.
Their hopes and their dreams now lay sealed in a grave.
They now cowered in fear, those who once were so brave.
He spoke of the outcome, but they didn’t hear.
Their visions of greatness now changed into fear.
I pray when I’m fearful or feeling alone,
I remember He’s risen. He’s now on the throne.