GOOD FRIDAY

GOOD FRIDAY – wasn’t so good I’d say.

There was screaming and crying,
There was scheming and dying.

It started when Jesus was falsely accused,
Arrested then tested, used and abused.

Burdened with a cross He had to carry through town,
To a place called Golgotha, where He would lay His life down.  

His body was bloodied and His head was bowed,
He laboured past the merciless crowd. 

They hit; they spit; they threw a fit,
But Jesus remained silent and got on with it.

Still, they mocked Him…
”Prophesy! Who beat you? Who?
All Hail, The King of the Jews!”

They grabbed his hands and feet and hammered them down,
Then raised him up and gave him a thorny crown.

And so there He hung, nailed to some wood,
They dared Him, ‘Save your self… The Messiah could’.

But Jesus prayed, ‘Father forgive them, they know not what they do,’
He was looking beyond it all; He was thinking of me and you.

The hours passed by, His blood ran dry,
I’m sure Mother Mary wondered why?

Then Jesus cried out and gave up His spirit,
So that each of the souls in the crowd could hear it.

We He died the earth quaked, some were forlorn,
As the dead were raised up, the temple curtain was torn.

Yes, GOOD FRIDAY was a tumultuous scene,
The name is misleading, if you see what I mean.

Some think the phrase is a corruption of ‘God’s Friday’,
Over time, ‘Good’ became the word people would say.  

Others believe it’s from an obsolete sense of ‘good’,
That when spoken the term ‘holy’ was often understood.

The explanation I like most,
Is the concept of which I boast…

GOOD FRIDAY, is good because Christ showed His great love,
And with His sacrifice purchased for us every blessing above.

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