A Good Friday Meditation

A Good Friday Meditation
April 2000

That Night
On this very bitter night, one filled with appalling terror,
I remember that time it was so long ago,
Hidden from view, our Lord without error,
Our hearts no longer holding that glow.

It was only yesterday we supped with Him,
Our joy was clear, the mission not known,
Then the hours moved quickly, hope grew dim,
He was turned to an enemy, one of His own.

We watched from afar as the hammers struck,
Each pounding was felt by each one alone,
The scene was awful as He was lifted up,
There to die, we left Him alone.

Reminders we had of how we had left,
This one broken man who was surely God’s Son,
Our sins He forgot, we were not bereft,
Now He chose from the many, just one.

Peters his name, humbly he comes,
Knowing so well his rule is for all,
Not with power does he use on some,
As the Master has taught, he now stands tall.

My mission to you, love and gather,
Bring to me the lost sheep of the Fold,
Tell them all, stay close, don’t scatter,
My Father awaits His love isn’t cold.

On this very bitter night, now filled with hope,
We relate the gifts of Faith and Love,
Now is seen with what we can cope,
The gifts we share come from above.