"Good Friday," by Clare Diez

My name is Clare, and I am majoring in Elementary Education with a minor in Ministry Studies.  I wrote this poem to draw importance to the season of Lent and why we celebrate Good Friday and Easter.  The Gospels are filled with marvelous stories of Jesus' miracles, His love, and His ultimate sacrifice. My goal was to weave those elements into this poem, showing how Jesus's life still touches us today.

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They left Him there to hang till dead,

Sacred Hands pierced with sharpest pain.

Hands that multiplied fish and bread,

that healed the blind, the deaf, the lame.

He came into this world to fight

against the snares of sin and vice.

He told the good thief at His right,

“This day you’ll be with Me in Paradise.”

Near Him stood Mary and the one

whom the Lord loved like a brother.

He told Mary, “Woman, behold thy son,”

and so the whole world gained a mother.

He died for mankind as the Paschal Lamb,

He Who said, “Let the children come to Me,”

The Savior sent from the great I AM

had come – and look how we’d treated Thee!

He was laid in the arms of the Stabat Mater.

She held Him close, softly weeping,

He Who said of Jarius’s daughter,

“She is not dead, but only sleeping.”

His friends carried Him with many a tear

to lay Him away in a grave of stone.

His followers hid from the Jews in fear,

Never had they felt so alone.

But on Sunday morn when the birds did sing,

He proved He’d conquered death’s dark prison.

Our Savior, Redeemer, Christ the King,

had come forth from the grave and risen!