Staring as the blood pours off of his face trembling in the wake of a saint who gladly took my place so I might be saved. Hands stretched for my transgressions without question, his essence to draw me near to the unapproachable presence. "Forgive him!" he cried as I mocked you. I taunted and fought through the soft caring heart who brought truth in the hope that I would be soothed and renewed from the debt I could not pay that was due, now instead I owe thanks to you. Your glorious death gives me a chance for my horrible mess of sin to be diminished, by your last command in your life" It is finished"
Saturday, April 19, 2014
Jesus was beaten, tortured, mocked, crowned with thorns, and then nailed into wood.
Yet we still manage to call this Friday "good"
When it was so perfectly clear in black and white
Took the white hot wrath as Christ
So at the end of the tunnel shining bright
There would be a light
He alone can be our guide home to the afterlife
He saved our lives
So we could personally know and love the divine
I got down on my knees prayed and still live out Romans 10:9
And put my old self in the ground
So I can be welcome in his house now
Good Friday is good because the only good life had been laid down