Oh, torturous Friday, whose blood flowed from my own heart
Whose angry mob kills the only hope I dared have
Whose pain and guilt became my own
Oh, impatient Saturday, whose end seems to never come
Whose claws close in on my struggling faith
Whose dark nightfall will one day be broken by the most magnificent awakening
Oh, glorious Sunday, whose future brilliance shines hope into the night of my life
Whose anticipation gives me purpose and reason
Whose long awaited trumpet blast wakes my slumbering soul
And then I shall finally be free of myself
*inspired by the last page in Yancey's The Jesus I Never Knew
a collection of random thoughts which flit through my mind at odd intervals
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