Holy Saturday Songs

March 30, 2013

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The day between Good Friday and Easter.

A day of deep sorrow and great hope.

Few songs capture Holy Saturday like these two below.

Buried in the Grave

All Sons & Daughters

There was a day we held our breath

And felt the sting of bitter death

When all our hopes were buried in the grave

Our eyes awake our hearts were torn

Between our faith and what we knew

Before our king was buried in the grave

And grace was in the tension

Of everything we’ve lost

Standing empty handed

Shattered by the cross

All we had

All we had

Was a promise like a thread

Holding us keeping us

Oh from fraying at the edge

All we knew

All we knew

Was you said you’d come again

You’d rise up from the dead

There was a day we looked for proof

That you had risen from the tomb

And all our doubts began to roll away

We touched the scars upon your hands

You kept your word

Oh son of man

You buried death by taking on the grave

You came here to save us

Cuz everything was lost

No longer empty handed

Clinging to the cross

All we had

All we had

Was a promise like a thread

Holding us

Keeping us

From fraying at the edge

All we knew

All we knew

Was you said you’d come again

You’d rise up from the dead

It is is won

It is done

All we have

All we have

Is the promise like a thread

Holding us keeping us

Oh from fraying at the edge

All we know

All we know

Is you said you’d come again

You rose up from the dead

The Silence of God

Andrew Peterson

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It’s enough to drive a man crazy; it’ll break a man’s faith

It’s enough to make him wonder if he’s ever been sane

When he’s bleating for comfort from Thy staff and Thy rod

And the heaven’s only answer is the silence of God

It’ll shake a man’s timbers when he loses his heart

When he has to remember what broke him apart

This yoke may be easy, but this burden is not

When the crying fields are frozen by the silence of God

And if a man has got to listen to the voices of the mob

Who are reeling in the throes of all the happiness they’ve
got

When they tell you all their troubles have been nailed up to
that cross

Then what about the times when even followers get lost?

‘Cause we all get lost sometimes…

There’s a statue of Jesus on a monastery knoll

In the hills of Kentucky, all quiet and cold

And He’s kneeling in the garden, as silent as a Stone

All His friends are sleeping and He’s weeping all alone

And the man of all sorrows, he never forgot

What sorrow is carried by the hearts that he bought

So when the questions dissolve into the silence of God

The aching may remain, but the breaking does not

The aching may remain, but the breaking does not

In the holy, lonesome echo of the silence of God

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