Between the Cross and Sunday

Between

Between the cross and Sunday
Were days of bitter gloom
To those who took Christ’s body
And laid it in a tomb,

Because they’d all forgotten
His promise He would rise
And see them three days later
When He’d secured the prize.

But Christ had not forgotten
Or let their unbelief
Distract Him from His purpose
Though they were lost in grief.

Before the dawn had broken
That Sunday, He arose
Our everlasting Savior
Who conquered all His foes.

Behold the risen Savior
With nail prints in His hands –
The tokens of His conquest
While glorified He stands.

Believe His saving promise
For He will keep His Word
Though everyone’s forgotten
The precious things they’ve heard.

Between the resurrection
And rapture let’s hold fast
His faithful words of promise
That He will come at last.

Christina Joy Hommes