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Sadder Day Saturday

by Mike Wilson

Last Friday, was the saddest saddest day they say.
That day wasn't just another day.
They came and took our Lord away.

Suddenly, I looked up and saw him on the cross.
We were not prepared for such a loss.
Was he prepared, to pay the cost?

Why he had to die; I don't know; it's hard to say.
Was there something wrong? It's so hard to face today.

Saturday, felt just like it was a sadder day.
He was dead so there's not much to say.
Oh Saturday's a sadder day.

They said he was gone; it appeared to be that way.
They said give it up; there's no hope for you today.

The next day, an angel came and rolled the stone away.
They just couldn't keep him in the grave.
He conquered death and made a way.

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