I wrote this poem for Good Friday last year. I read it again today and my affections and gratitude for Christ were reignited. I can only hope and pray that if you read or listen, the same will happen for you.
They breached the laws of men
Took Him to trial by night
They told Him to defend
He gave to them no fight
A poem for a dark day
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Took the flesh off of His back
Whips and glass and bones and nails
Healed our wounds in the attack
Filled He the air with wails
Some poetry on this dark day
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The cross He bore of wood
It’s weight crushed He to bear
Yet something greater stood
At the Father’s wrath He stared
A verse for this dark day
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Raised upon that cursed hill
Heaves He a heavy sigh
The Almighty’s perfect will
This begotten Son must die
A bit of lyric on a dark day
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Crushed Him for our trespasses
He enduring matchless pain
God’s just judgment passes
The Lamb for sinners slain
A poem for this darkest day
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And yet soon, the dawn shall rise
Evangel 