Good Friday


 

I raised my eyes
To see Thy kinging
Thorns not gold Thy honor crowned
Men throw dice, no fealty bringing
Their eyes are blind, their souls are bound.

I raised mine eyes
To see Thy sighing
A shaft of sorrow pierced my heart
Nails of sin, their hammer ringing
On tree of life, now death’s dark hour

I raised mine eyes
To see Thy dying
My God, my God, Thy trusting plea
Echoed words, forsaken keening
Among the women who follow Thee

I raised my eyes
To see Thy loving
Words like manna from Thy lips
Behold, my Lord for redemption bleeding,
All our souls his life receiving,
Into Thy hands my spirit give!

(Death of a Prince, S. Forshey)
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  • Have a Good Friday too Susan. Thank you for your writing.
    Nina