Good Friday

The one who crafted all that’s seen
And brought to life this vast array
Could not deny his very being
And let his glory turn to gray

For trifles we descended low
Refusing him, preferred his gift
We seek with longing even though
Unable to repair the rift

To those he gifted with their life
And welcomed to enjoy his grace
He offered relief from their strife
To see again his gracious face

Before we asked for terms of peace
He lived our life and walked our path
He never compromised his glory
Yet he felt the heat of wrath

This was the price of condemnation
His glory could not be denied
And so he took our just condition
To give us life he finally died

His life among us brought together
Justice, Mercy, Grace and Peace
His death, one dying for another
The wrath endured brought our release

There is no boast, just out-stretched hand
In faith to one who came to save
Upon his life, we take our stand
Behold the one rose from the grave

I don’t know how long it has been since I have written poetry, but while studying Romans 3:21-31 (in light of the fact that it is Good Friday) some lines came to mind, so I paused from my study to see what else might come. I might work on it further, but thought I would share what I have.

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