'Twas a good Friday,
You might say, the very best,
For fallen mankind.
'Twas a bad Friday,
In fact, the worst day of all,
For the Son of Man.
The robe, placed for sport,
The crown, thorny yet regal,
The backbreaking cross.
The feet that crushed hell,
The hands that worked miracles,
Pierced by transgressions.
The Lord brutalized,
Yahweh hung upon a tree,
The Almighty slain.
Blood and water spilt,
But not a bone broken, proved
That it was finished.
'Twas a bad Friday,
In fact, the worst day of all,
For the Son of Man.
'Twas a good Friday,
You might say, the very best,
For fallen mankind.
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