Lord God, On the Sabbath, Jesus rested. He was in the grave. He had finished his work.
To most people’s eyes, It looked as if it were all over. He was dead and buried.
But only as a seed dies when it is planted in the earth, Not to decay, but to spring to new life. Teach us to take refuge in you when we are afraid Teach us that death is not our end
Teach us to hope always in you And in the resurrection, the making of all things New. Through Jesus Christ our Lord,