Friday, April 2, 2010

Good Friday

For 30 odd silver pieces had,
Judas gave Pilate, Jesus’ head
By Roman order he would be led
Upon a crucifix ‘til dead
A spray of thorns, his head adorns
Are sharper than a demons horns
The cross upon his back was worn
‘Neath sweat and blood his skin was torn
The road to Calvary was full
To view this gruesome spectacle
The Lamb of God would die for all
Upon Golgotha, Place of Skull

Notes:  A repost of "Good Friday".  Photo courtesy of Christopher Chan at flikr


  1. Walking the walk with you and yours. This very fine line:

    The cross upon his back was worn


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