18/30 Waiting at Peter's

It all just happened so quickly

You know,

One day we're following our Lord across the country,

Following him into the city

A parade in his honor

Enjoying the hero's welcome they gave him along the route

Then there was the awkward seder

That thing with Judas

The whole drink my blood thing

Nobody really knew what to make of that

But we know better than to question

We've come to learn that everything He says

Always makes sense eventually

Sometimes you just have to sleep on it.

Which is what we did after it was all over

The night before, nobody got a wink

But now, He's dead.

We were expecting a miracle

He always pulls off a miracle in times like this

Gets everyone to listen to Him

Always with the a-ha moments

So when he actually died yesterday

We were still waiting for the rim-shot

For oohs and aahs of amazement

But instead

It was pretty much silent

Since they put him in the tomb

We've all been over at Peter's

Drinking his cheap wine

And avoiding eye contact all Sabbath.

Nobody really knows what we're supposed to do

There's not even a football game tomorrow

Maybe a Nascar race

Peter's got a decent flatscreen, at least.

The girls are headed over to the tomb tomorrow morning.

Hoping to prepare the body properly

Put that box of myrrh the wise men gave Him

To good use.

His mother kept it all that time

It's like she knew.

Nobody's talking about it today

We clink glasses in silence

Trying to figure out what to say

The last three years has been so eventful

We should really write a book about it

A couple of these guys are decent writers

Matthew, Mark, John

And Luke's not bad

Still, I just can't believe He let them crucify Him

Didn't end things with more of a bang

Than that crazy storm

The things we've seen Him do

Healing the sick, the blind

Raising the dead

I was so sure there would be a grand finale

I hadn't prepared for this moment

None of us had, it's clear

Our spirits died with Him

We can figure it out tomorrow morning

Once the girls get back from the tomb

Maybe somebody will be alive enough tomorrow

To tell us what to do next