For Great Saturday. From this seed:
“And he rested on the seventh day.” “That they should not enter into my rest.”
You lie in the grave. You celebrate the Sabbath
Following hard work. After bloody sweat.
The Prince has nothing to do with you [yet],
The Prince of this world who rules over all.
O, these are unheard footsteps!
O, new manner of victory!
O, Son of David!
Son of David, raising Lazarus,
From earthly wisdom to heavenly glory.
Slay the work of the flesh in me!
Allow me to celebrate the Sabbath with Thee.
Let me walk in your footsteps.
Allow a new form of this victory to be.
O Son of David!
The End.