For What Lies Hidden

A collection of all my poetry in an order I think makes reading it even more fun and exciting.


134. Good Friday

Today is the day
That Jesus died,
Died to save my sin
And to heaven let me in.

The pain and the suffering
Endured by him alone
With no one to bear the burden,
Prevent sword grinding on bone.

For this he deserves the highest praise
To be crowned with glory and riches,
For us to celebrate his sacrificial love
And the hope this act has given.

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