Psalms 27, 88, 95
I want to dip back into the well of memory again, to the year 1977. It was the year Evie released "Mirror." It was the year Keith Green released the album "For Him Who Has Ears to Hear" (said to be a Bob Dylan favorite) including the song "When I Hear The Praises Start," with these opening lines:
My son, My son, why are you striving,
You can't add one thing to what's been done for you,
I did it all while I was dying,
Rest in your faith, my peace will come to you.
Jesus has done it all, done it for us, and that is the only way we will know genuine peace. Good Friday has become the "final final" day of God's work of Redemption, and ushers in this Ultimate Sabbath-day rest, but that is not a fact that anyone in Jerusalem on that Shabbat yet knew. They were squarely in that dark, empty, hopeless space, between the evident finality of the Cross and a Resurrection that not one of them anticipated.
A body lies in a wax-sealed tomb in the shadow of the Skull.
The Temple Guard on watch is bored.
Since weekly work is done the paths, the fields, the wider countryside is still.
The pilgrims to the Feast Of Pesach must be sleeping in today.
Behind closed doors, behind locked doors,
There are men who barely slept last night, will find no sleep tonight.
Their women rest, because that is what they have done, always, but the mind does not rest, there is fear, there is no peace.
The wolves have breached the gate; the Shepherd is struck down.
The flock is scattered and without defense.
The Guard yawns, adjusts his belt, awaits the night watch.
Sunset brings candles, a plan for tomorrow, and perhaps hope.
My precious bride, the day is nearing
When I’ll take you in my arms, and hold you
I know there’s so many things you’ve been hearing
But just hold on to what I told you.