#GoodFridayGrace

In the solemn hush of Friday's call,
Upon that rugged cross He gave his all,
With a crown of thorns over his head,
He bore our sins, he came prepared.

Through that pain and torture, a love so sure,
His blood dripping, surely a love so pure,
The nails pierced through his hands to the wood,
The sweetest promise, it was done the way He said it would.

On the cross, stretched were his hands,
The surest of love, it was firsthand,
At the cross a mother weeps, a friend betrayed,
A price that no one could have paid.

Grace flows from the wounded side,
With two criminals beside,
The sun receded, the earth moans,
For all sins, he came to atone.

In His final breath, the earth crumbled,
In shock the soldiers mumbled,
The Prince of peace, with a crown of thorns,
With those scars, He was beautifully adorned.

In His final breath, the sky remained still,
The earth troubled, dark and chill,
"It is finished"....the final words from His mouth,
From Jerusalem the news reached the south.

So put your head down and pray,
Soak yourself in the word, don't go astray,
From His death we have found grace,
Adore Him daily, give Him His place.


© Isaac Jimoh Samuel