Good Friday Mystery

The thick veil ripped in two
Darkness covered all the land
As the Spirit of God departed
the body of Jesus the man

How it transpired a mystery
Our fragile minds cannot grasp
Sins on the cross all forgiven
When Jesus breathed his last

Satan must have delighted
To think he had finally won
When Jesus cried It is finished
Our salvation was good as done

Though payment was completed
Victory lay still in the grave
In three days he’d rise as he promised
Jesus came our souls to save

I am a Jesus Freak, and I don't care who knows it. I am a wife, mother, sister, aunt, daughter, and friend. My blood family is only part of the larger family of Christ that I belong to. I love to write, especially about my dear Savior.


3 Responses

  1. …and it tore from top to bottom — not the other way around. Nice Good Friday poem! A reminder to strip the altar until Sunday morning. (Happy Easter!)

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