Three Pm Good Friday
They spat at Him
Lead Him to His grave
Nailed Him to a cross
All though it was lost
This man whom was once the babe
Birth in the town of Bethlehem
He whom came down from the right hand of God
To become physically mentally akin to man
To live a sinless life unlike Adam did
Jesus up on that cross
Volunteer His life for us
He choose Himself
To be a living testament
Poked in His sided, blood ran red
Turned into vinegar and water
Woven rose crown of thorns
blood running down forehead
Our Lord hung until He died
A soldier pierce Him in His side
It's now 2:58 pm on Good Friday
And as like a solar eclipse
The skies are darken
As the Christ our Lord and Savior
Gives up the ghost, for all the saved and lost
Birth in the town of Bethlehem
He whom came down from the right hand of God
To become physically mentally akin to man
To live a sinless life unlike Adam did
It's now 3:00 pm- Good Friday
Now you may wonder why we humans call this day
Good Friday
It's a good day because He's not dead He rose this day
3/30/18
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018©
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