Good Friday
Glorious Sunday . . .
Good Friday, Glorious Sunday
His body pierced and lifted high
Blood pouring to the ground
Those who watched railed or mourned
Taunts and grief, a dichotomy of sound.
Darkness fell and Jesus cried,
Why have You forsaken Me?
A reed, a sponge, some sour wine
Then came death to set men free.
Holy sacrifice was done
Veil rent from throne to earth
Through selfless death He made the way
For man to experience rebirth.
Ground shook and rocks split
Graves gave up in miracle births
Bodies of those who once were dead
No longer to be held by the bonds of earth.
Guards fell back in awe and fear
Darkness a death shawl over them
They knew this was the Son of God
They knew the One they had condemned.
His body limp and lifeless now
All hope was now forsaken
A tomb kindly offered by a friend
And to this grave He was taken.
Anointed with tears and wrapped in cloths
He lay inside the tomb
As despair and grief reigned without
And the enemy celebrated His doom.
But third day came and angels rejoiced
As the Savior breathed again
For grave could not hold the glorious One
Heaven’s victor over death and sin.
Hallelujah to the risen One
Whose death paid my penalty
And whose resurrection enables me
To live eternally.
Janice Powell 2017
Edited 2023
You may read the scriptural account upon which this poem is based in Matthew 27-28. If you would like to know more about salvation and eternal life, email me at wordsbeyondme@cox.net or DM me here. I would love to visit with you.
“Taunts and grief, a dichotomy of sound.” You have captured with that one line the essence of what really plagues this world: the division between true believers in Christ and nonbelievers. There should be no straddling the fence. It’s one side or the other. If we are not for Christ in everything we say and do, then we are not for Him at all. This is a sobering thought on Crucifixion Friday.
Beautiful!! Thank you! Just what I needed to read to today to set my mind on what is important.