Burying Our Sorrow

The Men We are burying our sorrow Waiting ‘til tomorrow To avoid the breaking of the law Laws that are unjust, he was quick to break Laws that he discussed, measures he would take Nothing would be lost, to his quickened mind All but for what cost, now that he has died? We are hiding here in sorrow Focusing on our woe When we should be thinking of our Lord Where do we begin, how do we react? While we look within, his death is a fact Questioning our faith, he would scold us so Is he but a wraith, urging us to go? We are pondering our exit Sabbath day prevents it We cannot go out to mourn our Lord