Good Friday—The Willing Ordeal

Darkness shrouds the day
like a heavy, leaden cloak. 

The ominous sky thunders its anger.
Or is it victory it is booming? 

The temple curtain tears in two.

The earth rumbles,
rocks crumble,
tombs split open,
centurions tremble.

Men and nature proclaim,
“Surely he was the Son of God!” 

With Your last earthly sigh,
the unspeakable agony
abruptly and thankfully stops. 

Your horrific ordeal is over. 

Now You sleep a peaceful sleep.
Reunited with Your loving Father,
my loving Father. 

And in the blink of an eye,
You are new, glorious.
You are risen.

YOU ARE RISEN INDEED.