Good Friday....a poem?
Good Friday.
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Come and lie down with me tonight in the Garden of Gethsemane
but please don't assume you'll be sleeping tonight,
for the soldiers are coming with swords and torches lit up
to be handed over an innocent men who didn't put up a fight.
A kiss on the cheek from wolf not a sheep
Judas-his friend will pay a terrible cost,
let's follow the procession to the house of the High Priest
even though we now we know that all is now lost.
It's Good Friday morning and the trials been set
Yes-he gave us a warning and we closed our ears
It's Good Friday morning-this day I won't forget
as they took him away-my eyes filled with tears
How goodness and truth was scourged,beaten and broken
crucified on a cross just for words that were spoken.
Come let us make haste to the Roman Procurator
his rubber stamp is needed to sentence a crime
because this man had foretold with words stark and bold
that he was the fruit,the branch and the vine.
What is truth?..was the question- a rhetorical detection
as the thorny crown was placed and purple robe unfurled
no more words were now spoken-truth was scourged,beaten and broken
on the King with no Kingdom in this desolate world.
It's Good Friday morning and his cross he is given
to the man with no home except his Fathers mansion in heaven
It's Good Friday morning his cross was once a tree
and it will grow roots when it's planted at Calvary
see compassion and mercy and love scourged beaten and broken
crucified on a cross just for words that were spoken.
Strike nails into flesh-tear muscle and sinew
raise up the sacrifice on the cross made of wood
we are soaked in his blood which flows on us as a flood
from a broken beaten man who personified good.
A spears quickly thrust-religious expediency is a must
his body is lowered a sad shattered shell
his tomb has been prepared and no cost was spared
he now descends into darkness to illuminate hell.
It's Good Friday evening the crowds have gone home
he's been wrapped up in linen and we've sealed the stone
set guards at the entrance with an hourly inspection
and as much as they watch and see they won't witness his resurrection.
It's Good Friday evening as the red rain starts to fall
Yes my love for Him is unshaken-because I know His love conquers all.
Comments
Simply beautiful
It was Beautiful and sad. Lots of details.
May I give you an inspiration/idea for for a poem? I don't write poetry myself so I don't know if the idea is of any use for inspiration or not. I was told once that poerty is words wrapped around an emotion. Anyway here is my idea: I wondered about Paul. How he was sitting outside the gates around the fire with strangers. It would have been when he denied Jesus 3 times. I always wondered what went through his mind. If I tried to stand in his shoes, I would have to think he was horrified. That he was staying as close as he still could in hopes of some plan he could hatch, some opportunity to take. I think Paul probably knew he would be killed if he let anyone know who he was. It must have been unnerving each time they ask and was risking his life to be there. Brave. I think that's why he didn't leave. He was still hoping.
I'm not asking you write a poem about it.
It's just that I don't know if this is good inspiration material for poets, but I thought i'd leave it for you.
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Well written and said... and yes I like the part where you said Jesus Christ illuminated hell... all of this is good... a subject few like to comment on, as there is grief mixed with joy in this... for us. He lives in us... who have bonded with His precious Spirit for many reasons...especially that the love given us keeps on giving.. and reunites us into our Fathers heaven. God bless.