Good Friday

Good Friday

By May Kwek

It’s Good Friday today

Good! Oh why?

For on this day so many wept

And the heavens cried

A man who had done no wrong

Had to walk to his death

Bloody, bowed and in pain

With every single breath

Good? It did not seem good

It must have been an awful day

For those who followed him

As he walked that lonely way

To that dreaded hill

And on a cross hung

To be mocked and killed

With hate from sin sprung

To suffer, to be torn away

From the one he loves most

To die in the midst of shame

Was what he chose

So why Good? Why Good?

It would not be good at all

If the work had ended there

And there was nothing more

But it was not the end

Just the darkness before the dawn

The willing sacrifice

That brought about the morn

For with his last cry

Death’s power fell away

The devil lost his grip on the world

Over which he had held sway

For the veil had split in two

And our debt ceased to be

Oh that blessed day

When my Lord died for me!

Copyright © 2018 by May Kwek