Best Good Friday Poems
Friday, three days prior;
The Son was scourged and bleeding.
Sunday, when He rose again-
A spotless Lamb proceeded.
Friday, three days prior;
The Son had cried: “forsaken?”
Sunday, when He rose again-
The keys of hell were taken.
Friday, three days prior;
The Son of God was dead.
Sunday, when He rose again-
Trembling demons fled.
Friday, three days prior;
The Son was laid to rest.
Sunday, when He rose again-
He bore a Royal Crest.
Friday, three days prior;
The Son was in a tomb.
Sunday, when He rose again-
The Rose of Sharon bloomed.
Friday, three days prior;
The Son was set in stone.
Sunday, when He rose again-
He claimed His rightful throne.
For those who observe Good Friday, may God fill your heart
with the hope of the resurrection
The crowd is mixed -
some on their knees,
some raise their fists,
some sob their pleas.
Who is this man
whose flesh is torn...
what was his crime
to cause such scorn?
Why do sharp thorns
torment his head
when only words
of love were said?
Why do my nails
now splinter hands
that brought compassion
to this land?
Where goes the sun
in midday rain -
as though the heavens
weep in pain?
Where are your friends
(as cold winds blow)
who hailed you king
five days ago?
Why not apply
your godly power
to save yourself
in your dark hour?
Yet as I mock
he looks at me -
no guile nor hate,
just sympathy.
This cold wind chills
me to the bone,
and yet his warmth
has found a home.
Where goes the sun
in midday rain?
I pray this Son
will rise again.
Written 14 April 2022
Good Friday
Nailed to the cross
you all say it was a good Friday
It was not for me
my blood mocked by soldiers
nor was it good for you
you haven't learned
in ten thousand seasons
there is no Lord
only things you do not know
you claim glory
a bankrupt human emotion
I told you no to religion
you made me one
you will kill each other
to say I am love
You are nothing more than a simulation
in my child's bedroom
You are less than ants
in the scheme
of the universe
Orthodox Russians
Raging genocide
when will you learn?
On that fateful day He went away,
His disciples hid, full of fear and dismay.
His family gazed through tear filled eyes,
At the man non believers had despised.
The veil rent in two, which man could not do,
The sun was eclipsed when His time was due,
The guard at the cross was filled with awe,
As he realized finally, the son of God he saw.
He was laid inside a gifted tomb that very day.
Before the Sabbath time came into play.
Sunday morn the women came to prepare,
They found the stone rolled away, he was not there.
He was not there but his grave clothes were,
Folded neatly on the cold slab of his rest.
Mary cried where is my Lord? Help me please,
The "Gardener" said "Mary" and gave her ease.
This revelation hit her very core,
To the others this news she bore.
Disbelief was her reward for this news,
Until in haste to the tomb they flew.
They now knew what he said was true,
He had risen to save both me and you.
He came among them in the upper room,
To show he had left an empty tomb.
He told them to remain in the city ,
He said to them, you must not depart.
For when I go to my Father, I will send,
The Holy Spirit to fill your heart.
© Dave Timperley 20/04/2019
jesus died and jerusalem went black
the wind howled and the sky thundered loudly
people ran in fear as the earth moaned
but the beloved stayed
jesus was buried in the early evening
those who believed in him carried his limp body
and the mary's and others followed weeping
they washed and anointed him with myrrh and aloe
wrapping him gently in a linen cloth with no words spoken
in sadness they rolled a huge stone over the entrance
leaving him in silence within his tomb
it was in the hush of dawn on the third day the mary's returned
they found the stone rolled away and the tomb empty
the soldiers who had been guarding the tomb had fled in fear
an angel in brilliant light appeared
telling them that christ had risen from the dead
frightened and in shock they ran to tell the apostles
after his rising, jesus appeared to many
he could eat, walk and talk to those he visited
showing them the holes in his hands, side and feet
and allowing them to touch him
for forty days he remained and on the fortieth day he rose
he was carried up into heaven
and we the followers celebrate his death at Easter
and his rising on Easter sunday . . . defeating death
_________________________
April 1, 2015
Poetry/Ekphrasis/the meaning of Easter
Copyright Protected, ID 04-658-844-01
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
LXXVIII
Why hides the sun his face as in defeat?
The day is done and this ninth hour had come
As sorrows flood with tears that grace his feet
That faints the eye of such a tempest calm
Then stillness breaks the hanging Victor shouts
Man’s worst is done yet still may perish not
For God his best hath done that leaves no doubt
Unblemished lamb in whom there is no spot
The grievous cross by which he suffered death
He welcomed with his open arms so wide
Forgave our sins, forever to forget
And rent the veil that set a great divide
The finished sacrifice my gap did breach
What glorious grace is this by which I’m reached!
It is Good Friday
Remember, remember
When, for Jesus, everything was nasty and sour
When things were very bad for Jesus
Yet, we don’t say: bad Friday
Afterwards, so everything could be good for us
Jesus was slapped
Jesus was kidnapped
Jesus was humiliated
Jesus was insulted
Jesus was beaten, kicked and hit
From head to feet
Jesus was shackled and handcuffed
Jesus could not even cough
Jesus was ostracized
Jesus was crucified
Like many Blacks and Africans
Like many brothers and sisters with dark skin
Yet, the heart of Jesus was pure and very clean
Jesus had no friends and no fans
Jesus was falsely accused
Jesus was mistreated
Jesus was immolated
Many criminals were amused
Many Satanists and perpetrators had fun
With God’s only Begotten and Special Son
Who had endured pain and suffering like a slave
Yes, yes, Jesus was absolutely brave
Yes, yes, Jesus was innocent
Jesus was resilient, too decent and too pleasant
It is Good Friday
Brothers and sisters, let’s pray
Every day is a Good and Beautiful day
Amen, Amen, let’s reflect on the Day
Brothers and sisters, let’s pray
Remember, remember
When things went very bad for Jesus
Who died for our sins, Who died for us
Yes, Jesus is still standing with us
Jesus is God’s Unique and Special Son
Watch the moon and enjoy the Sun.
Copyright © April 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
''Better Days"
Better days indeed!
Its been long since a smile appeared
upon my grumpy face.
The rain refused to fall,
It was now a dry heart like erosion to soil
of sadness and no hope...
We laughed with misery within
no sense of belonging, no sense of reality
a paranormal kaleidoscope.
imagination in order to get by starvation
growling stomach.
There was no place for tears, we endured and
conquered, we died not! ,we stood tall!
For we knew better days were ahead,
Better days indeed!
Who killed Christ the Lord?
It was not me said Herod, I did not spill his blood.
I tried to kill him once it’s true
but he was a baby then and was not slew
Who killed Christ the Lord?
Nay, not I said Caiaphas, it was not one of us.
Verily I say it was not by my hand
but by some higher greater command
Who killed Christ the Lord?
I did not do it said Judas, I did not kill the Lord Jesus.
Yes, I betrayed him with a kiss
and in shame condemned myself for this
Who killed Christ the Lord?
Not me said faithful Peter, I am my brother’s keeper.
Upon his head they put a price
and I, like a coward, denied him thrice
Who killed Christ the Lord?
Not us said the pharisees but ruled he be seized.
For his faith, his power and glory
alas they came for him at Gethsemane
Who killed Christ the Lord?
Not us said the baying mob, his life we did not rob.
‘Twas the Governor of Judea whose
decree was death to the King of the Jews
Who killed Christ the Lord?
Do not blame me said Pilate, the law he did defile it.
But it was I whose cold fateful breath
ordered he be scourged and put to death
Who killed Christ the Lord?
That great sacrifice of the Passion of the Christ!
Who for our sins in God’s holy plan
suffered the Son of God and Son of Man
Written: April 2025
Man on a Hill
Man on a hill,
Bruised and broken,
Watches as the dice roll
For his seamless robe;
Stripped of his clothing;
No words are spoken
By the man on a hill.
Man on the hill,
Crushed by a crown of thorns,
Cries into the sky
Of the sunless day;
Forgiveness on his lips
Mercy adorns him -
The man on a hill.
Man on a hill,
All of Heaven bows before you –
Nature holds its breath;
Angels, silent,
Before the Word who gave them life;
Can you feel the wind shiver?
Can you feel the earth shudder?
Man on a hill.
Man on a hill,
Stands before us,
See His plan unfolding
Before our eyes;
Witness in his fading life
A testimony of undeniable love;
By the man on a hill.
‘MY DAD’
It was on 'Good Friday'1973,
The doctor delivered his verdict, he said 'he has the big c',
He stood there expressionless, not a flicker crossed his face,
So cold, so hard, barely part of the human race,
He never said 'I'm sorry' he didn't say a thing,
He just walked off and left us, we couldn't take it in,
It was only weeks earlier that it started
With a cough and cold,
Now suddenly he was looking very, very old.
We hadn't expected anything, like this to be told,
6 months to a year, he later said.
But by then, my dad was confined to bed,
As it turned out, 6 weeks is all he had,
He suffered terribly, it was very, very bad,
He gave up his cigarettes, which caused all this strife
BUT HE PAID THE ULTIMATE PRICE,
WITH HIS LIFE.
GOOD FRIDAY
We all call it Good Friday
It was really good for the sinner
Death won round one
But on Sunday, we crown the winner
Kyle Giddens
Pastor, Olivet Baptist Church
Dublin, Georgia
(Used by permission)
on good friday
Our Saviour died
so with God we can be reconsiled
he died to take our burden and pain
he came to set thr captives free
he died for freedom for you
and for me
we are free from condemnation
we are free from strife
because Jesus died to give us new Life.
Amen.
colossions 1 12 - 14
12 Giving thanks unto the Father, which hath made us meet to be partakers of the inheritance of the saints in light:
13 Who hath delivered us from the power of darkness, and hath translated us into the kingdom of his dear Son:
14 In whom we have redemption through his blood, even the forgiveness of sins
ROMANS 6
Therefore we are buried with him by baptism into death: that like as Christ was raised up from the dead by the glory of the Father, even so we also should walk in newness of life.
5 For if we have been planted together in the likeness of his death, we shall be also in the likeness of his resurrection:
6 Knowing this, that our old man is crucified with him, that the body of sin might be destroyed, that henceforth we should not serve sin.
7 For he that is dead is freed from sin.
8 Now if we be dead with Christ, we believe that we shall also live with him:
9 Knowing that Christ being raised from the dead dieth no more; death hath no more dominion over him.
Give God all the credit and all of the praise
For all that He's done for you during your hectic days
And if you're a witness to His miraculous deeds you need to shout out
So that your praise and worship of Him is never in doubt
No matter your situation or what you're facing in life
Don't get stuck on personal pain turn it over to Christ
When Jesus rode into the city on Palm Sunday
It was a triumphant, jubilant and very loud display
In attendance were those who believed, those who witnessed
and those who received His wonderful works
As well as the Pharisees, the haters, the hanger-oners and a few jerks
Yet Jesus rode on moving towards His destiny
He did not get stuck on His personal tragedy
We need to be like Jesus moving towards our fate
We need to be like Jesus and not hesitate
But let's not get it twisted we need to understand
That Jesus suffered most every bad thing that could happen to man
Betrayed,denied, condemned and criticized
Arrested, beaten, tortured and then crucified
But if you're a witness to the miracles that God has done
You need to give a shout out to Jesus the Christ His Son
Now Judas the Disciple had a weakness and love for coin
And the Devil used this against him to have it going on
Plotting and persuing his weakness to the extreme
Turning it into wickedness and underhanded schemes
But God had a predestined plan
He sent Mary Magdalene
Who anointed Jesus with precious perfume
In preparation for His body being entombed
On Palm Sunday on that donkey Jesus did ride
On Monday and Tuesday at the temple He sermonized
On Spy Wednesday a deadly and underhanded deal was put into place
On Maunday Thursday at the Last Supper they broke bread after saying grace
And on Good Friday from Sun up to sundown He was demoralized
And beaten the entire time until He was crucified
But that is not how the week came to end
On Easter Sunday Jesus arose to be the salvation for all men
So if you're a witness to the goodness and the sacrificing love of Jesus the Christ
Give Him a shout out for being the head of your life
Despair Erased (Poem entered in contest before)
The cloudy day omens a dreary week
As we count down to Easter, next Sunday.
After Lent message, we're too sad to speak.
We're seeing everything in shades of grey.
We gladly waved our palm leaves on the way,
Not knowing where his final steps would lead.
For our sin, with his pure life he will pay.
We weep that our own actions bring the need.
At Easter Sunday Services, the sky
Is brightened by a most rewarding sight.
The good news must have been the reason why
The clouds have dissipated in the night.
His love more than we ere dare envision.
Halleluiah, He is truly risen!
Famous Last Lines
Halleluiah, He is truly risen!
We sing these words when Easter comes around.
For Lent we've borne the burden of betrayal
And have mourned as he was laid within the ground.
The Easter Sunday Services brought good news.
Christ has risen and the stone is rolled away.
This heavy boulder also took our burdens.
If we believe, we will not have to pay.
Good Friday brought us into deep depression,
When Jesus suffered for our selfish sin.
The bells of Easter tell another story
Christ has risen and we sinners are forgiven.
Written February 28, 2016