GOOD FRIDAY
- the day of crucifixion -
the sacrifice for us
- the day of crucifixion -
the sacrifice for us
Good Friday poem:
The shadow of my cross draws near
and I recoil in abject fear!
Such agony I cannot bear –
to ponder it I do not dare!
I am a weakling; this I know.
Its weight alone will lay me low –
to die its unforgiving death,
in searing pain, gasping for breath!
But Jesus Christ has made it clear -
the only way to enter here.
These gates unlock; there is a key:
“Take up your cross and follow Me.”
My epitaph, now carved in stone:
“He tried to carry it alone.”
The shadow of my cross draws near
and I recoil in abject fear!
Such agony I cannot bear –
to ponder it I do not dare!
I am a weakling; this I know.
Its weight alone will lay me low –
to die its unforgiving death,
in searing pain, gasping for breath!
But Jesus Christ has made it clear -
the only way to enter here.
These gates unlock; there is a key:
“Take up your cross and follow Me.”
My epitaph, now carved in stone:
“He tried to carry it alone.”
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Midnight, 38 degrees:
Isaiah 53:5, Mark 9:31, Romans 5:8, 1 Peter 3:18 |
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