Good Friday
By Rhiannonw
Thu, 21 Apr 2011
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Injustice, trial travesty
accusing him of blasphemy
because he claimed divinity:
his innocence was plain to see.
Insulted by the soldiers blind,
by passers-by of careless mind,
by leaders envious and unkind:
but soon his glory all will see.
Such isolation, awful rift:
for us the Son becomes bereft –
– incomprehensible – the gift,
and pain: my Substitute I see.
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I came back from a Maundy
Permalink Submitted by Luly Whisper on
I came back from a Maundy Thursday service not long since and it's a pleasure to read this poem and its companion. I look forward to your Easter Sunday piece!
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