Good Friday morning a time to rest. A time for the world to play.

A time of remembrance for me,  just a lovely story others say.

So sad yet necessary I know. What a fool others think I am.

That Christ did suffer for me,  proud people think a sham.

There is no doubt, the world a mess and in a bind.

I have to acknowledge this for me, and all mankind.

For constantly I face this fact, I cannot reach the goal I set.

To walk in unity with God’s will, my lofty hopes are not met.

God saw the weakness of us men.  Christ paid the price.

It does seem foolish I agree, That faith in him would suffice.

Yes at Easter I am reminded once again.

My failures have caused God oh such pain.

Too easy to point at Peter and to blame.

To see Pilate just playing the political game.

High Priest Caiaphas, self-righteous, deliberately blind.

Soldiers flogging mercilessly, how depraved is mankind.

The crowd whipped up, crucify him, crucify him , you hear.

Could I be Peter, Pilate, Caiaphas, a soldier, the crowd, I fear.

Knowing I too have failed, when I have been put to the test.

Feelings despondent  even when I have done my very best.

Good Friday is God’s rescue plan, if we believe in him.

From sickness, failure, weakness , consequences of sin.

So all my faults and failures, no longer count.

I know this amazing destiny, I now can mount.

My heart confirms, the price is now paid,

There is nothing in this world to be afraid.

By faith I say I am the child of mighty God above.

That any weakness and folly is paid for, in total love.

I will overcome those hurdles that come my way.

Good Friday’s followed by,  a resurrection day.

Asaw Miller