Good Friday-
it's somewhere around 33 AD
There he hangs on a tree
Ridiculed and condemned
Hung they took his life and when the spirit fled and his last breath
So it's Good Friday
What's so good about this Friday for day I killed my savior he died
Yes, it's Good Friday
Time for my Lord Jesus to fly
Near 3:00 PM in the afternoon bright daylight stops as the Moon walks across the skies covering the Sun
It's darker than midnight
For the moment minutes passing
It's darker than black sunlight shines but you can't see behind the Moon
And those minutes the moment of Jesus passing
4/3/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
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