This isn't so much about Holy Saturday (the Saturday before Easter Sunday) as the thought that we as Christians live out our lives on that Saturday, in hope of the final redemption, but not yet seeing that hope. Easter Sunday will eventually come, but it is not yet here.
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Like sun-warmed mist and dew
How am I to understand the pain,
How am I to comprehend it?
How am I to find my place in this world?
I groan, eager for the redemption.
But it is Easter Saturday, and the resurrection has not yet come.
We have only a promise, for
We live out our lives on Saturday.
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