Good Friday

On Friday,
(We call it "Good")
Jesus was nailed
to hard, hard wood.
Beneath his cross,
his mother stood
and cried for what they had done.
"Oh, if I could hold him," she said,
"Hold my only Son!"

"Father, take me," Jesus said,
"Take me in your hands."
And God reached down
and took him,
and held his only Son.
"I am God who raises up,
"your life has just begun.
"I am God of the living,
"no grave can hold my Son."

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