Good Friday.

Hi all, This is a poem I wrote a few years ago about Good Friday. I hope it speaks to you.

Good Friday.

Looking from the cross

Jesus saw

Not the jeering crowd

Nor the immense

pain

physical

spiritual

He saw man

God's beloved

creation

Alienated

Seperated

from

Their Father

His love

Their future

and hope

He looked and saw

multitudes

in despair

confusion

lost

He saw

and He choose.

It is finished!

Enduring death

That life might

be ours

He loved those

yet unborn.

But forseen in

God's eternal vision

Wanted

Planned

Future's glorious

That Friday

Horrible in it's deeds

Betrayed, rejected

God's own son

Opened heaven's door

for us

Good was that Friday

eternally.

Easter blessings. May you know the truth of God's love for you that He sent his Son that you may recieve forgiveness from you sin and enter into your amazing destiny with God.