Good Friday Poem

Though He was found guilty of nary a crime;

He was ordered to Calvary; indeed, it was His time.

Mocked, beaten, and crowned with a thorn;

He took up a cross that was rugged and worn.

As He made His way to the hill; he passed the women crying;

For they knew this was the Son of Man who would be dying.

Though He received help from Simon of Cyrene;

The mood that day was anything but serene.

Time after time on the journey He fell;

Each weary step inching us further from Hell.

The soldiers drove nails through His hands and His feet;

Every thud bringing Satan closer to defeat.

As He hung on the cross between two of the worst;

To fulfill the prophesy, He stated “I thirst”.

As the day faded into the darkness of night;

His purple robe would soon become white.

To ensure He was dead, the Romans pierced His side;

It was abundantly clear; this was the man about whom so much was prophesied.

But His work that day can never be diminished;

Before bowing His head, He said “It is finished”.

(Additional for Easter)

Fortunately for us, the story doesn’t end there;

Our relationship with the Father, He sought to repair.

For us, he paid the ultimate price;

Becoming the once and for all spotless sacrifice.

On the third day the women found the entrance to the tomb rolled away;

Jesus had risen, turning night back into day.

Death is defeated, the veil has been torn;

For our Salvation, our sins He has borne.

His resurrection may not end all our strife;

But His finished work brings the hope of eternal life.