Remembering Good Friday: A Poem

I can see Jesus carrying his cross all alone,


He took on our flesh so far from his rightful throne.


Disregarded his name
, He embraced the cross


And its shame


To save the lost.

He’s the Son of God, carrying the sins of the world

I can see Jesus wearing a crown made of thorns,


In the anguish of death, feeling humanity’s scorn.


His Father’s will to obey


He died on the tree


To set us free


And show the way.

He’s the Son of God, healing all the pain of the world.

I can see Jesus crying to all “It is done,”


Creation’s redeemer, our Lord God’s victory won.


The offer is made


The price has been paid


To give us life


And end all strife.

He’s the Son of God, still reaching out to us everyday.


He’s the Son of God, still reaching out to us everyday.

So see through the pain


The means to true gain


For its true


He died for you.

He’s the Son of God, carrying the sins of the world.


Amen.

Thank you God!

By Brian D. Russell
Revised April 2017