Good Friday

Good Friday

Did the birds sing that morning

As You made your way to the hill?

And did you stop for one moment to wonder

At the wisdom  of God’s will?

Did He seem too harsh a father?

Were His demands too hard to fill?

Did you want to get Him off Your back?

Did You feel You couldn’t wait until

That whole sad day was over,

And You whispered ‘Peace be Still’

As You died on the cross that Friday

In fulfilment of His will.

© Eithne Reynolds


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