Whipped and beaten
bloody and broken
half dead, they tied You
to those timbers
pierced Your limbs
and lifted You into
the searing noonday heat
Saviour,
King,
Lord of all
humbled and scorned
So we come to the cross
Each one
Mocking You
Deserting You
Denying You
or choosing
To stay
Watching and waiting
Suffering and hoping
Loving and believing
Following You to the cross Lord
we know it is finished
the curtain is torn
and the earth trembles
We wait in thankfulness
speaking, as You taught us
to God be forever the power and the glory.
©Jo Collett
18/04/2014 Good Friday
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