Good Friday

 

As His broken body

Hung from the cross

The sky black

The earthquake shaking the land

Ripping into half the temple curtain

“It is finished”

He screams.

The quiet.

The Messiah, the dreams

Hanging there limp

All over?

The Son of God

Put there by everyone

All our hope gone

We’re so empty

We’re dead with Him.

However, the perfection of Him

Rips the veil between us and God

As He rises in victory

The ripped curtain now the path

To hope

To life

To Him

We believe!!

  

16^th September 2007, Raleigh, North Carolina, United States of America.