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
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…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!)
Plus it was no thin little veil. Estimates are that it was more like a three-inch thick rug. No human tore it. Happy Easter to you, too!
Beautiful! Today is a Good Friday!