Good Friday

Below is an amazing poem written by a 14 year old girl in California, I memorized and recited it last month.   I thought it was most appropriate to share with you today  being Good Friday.  It is a good reminder of what Jesus did for us  and what it might have been like to be there. 

Lenten Poem by Katie Torrence

Quiety I sat atop my hill

When suddenly my roads began to fill.

The silence was so harshly shattered

As a man who looked so terribly battered,

Carried a splintered tree upon his back

And fell up His treacherous track.

A guard stepped forward and cracked his whip

On the skin of His back which could not but rip.

Staggereing to His feet He carried on and on,

Even though his strength declined, almost gone.

I watched in horror as he fell twice again

And out from the crowd, the guards pulled a man.

They pushed him out onto the road

And for Him, he carried the load.

Feet, feet, I felt climbing my slope

And all that I could do was hope,

That the blood of this spectacular man would no more spill, 

And that His fate would not come at the top of my hill.

But He and two thieves were stripped of their clothes

While the people gathered to here watch in rows.

The guards pushed the cross down on me with hate.

Oh how could this man have carried such weight?

I was crushed beneath the splintered wood

While above me, He silently stood.

Awaiting His death,

He took a deep breath,

As they lay Him upon the tree.

I felt his pain inside of me,

And then, beyond anything I could not know.

But then came the shock of a merciless blow

And I heard the clank of a hammer on nails

Amid His cries and painful wails.

Then suddenly the weight was shifted upon me

The cross was raised up so everyone could see.

As the base of the cross was pounded into my surface

I could feel His hung body, plan for escape, worthless

He begged the Father above to forgive

All of the people who did not want Him to live.

This man was different from any other I've ever known of

He wished to forgive these wretched people and show them true love.

At the request of the thief to His right,

He forgave him, and then all of the light

Was dimmed and the noon sky was clouded

As the land was shadowed and shrouded

Another agonizing cry broke out

And I knew then beyond any doubt

That this was to be the end of this man when He said

He was going into the Father's hands and bowed His head.

A guard came up and pulled out his lance

And stabbed Him just in case there was any chance

That His heart may still have been going,

And from His gash, blood and water came flowing.

Down, down it fell towards me like a water fall

There was no stopping it, I felt it all

The cold mixture of His given blood

And water that turned my surface to mud.

Is this what I be remebered for?

I asked myself as His family and friends bore

His limp body towards His lifeless tomb

Would I be remebered as a place of gloom

Where the King of the Jews was crucified and killed,

Where His divine blood was so cruelly spilled?

They tore down his cross adn carried it away.

I saw it all, all that happened that day.

I sat there and watched and then turned into stained mud.

I was there, for I was the dirt that soaked up His blood.