All is quiet now and there’s silence all around
They have killed the Lord and buried him in the ground.
The disciples have scampered in fear and confusion
Wondering whatever happened to all their ambition
Still they did not understand the things he taught to them
That he must suffer and die, this man from Bethlehem
His persecutors did not realize they had buried a seed
In three he’d rise again, he foretold this wondrous deed
When things are quiet and times seem dark
We tend to lose heart and we lose our spark
But often that’s when the Lord is busy at work
In the end, he surprises us with his handiwork