Then and Now

The sun cascades across the barren park,
the swings no longer move to and fro,
the steps locked up,
the slides sealed shut,
passersby look on and wonder.

The sun cascades across the barren garden,
the flowers frozen in this time,
the paths are still,
the tomb securely sealed,
passersby look on and wonder.

Is this how this is to be?
Is this how it is to turn out?
Is there not more?
Is there not something missing?
Why have you forsaken us?

Hope lives on in new ways,
patience is a virtue they say,
in slowing down truths are revealed,
isolation causes much to ponder,
as we look on and wonder.

Hope lives on, so they were told,
their dreams forsaken and broken,
hiding now in upper rooms,
left with much to ponder,
as they look on and wonder.

Is this all there is?
Is this all there is to be?
Is there truth in what we’ve seen?
Is there more to tell?
Why don’t we know what to do?

The sun breaks through the mourning fog,
yet a new day dawns it’s true,
the same again, it seems to be,
and yet we know it’s best for now,
we look within and wonder.

The sun breaks through the morning fog,
it is the same and yet it’s not,
yet we know there is more,
love prevails then and now,
for our Savior died but He is Risen,
we look within and beyond in wonder.