Good Friday?

I look up into His face

is it really His face

blood flows from crown

trickles of blood to face

face marred by whips

red gaps in black beard

but His eyes look to me

living eyes still burning

life revealed in His eyes

blood flows down neck

like a live creek of blood

arms show His muscles

bones reveal suffering

nails in His wrist pin

blood streams on chest

ripped to human rubble

His raw blood and flesh

I look away at nakedness

His humiliation all see

legs raw with slight bend

when chest locks out air

stand on nail to breathe

life's blood a river forms

gathers at base of cross

like it nourishes cross

hear completing words

long sigh of dying breath

see head sagging to chest

humiliation not finished

deaths workmen check

spear opens His chest

blood and water flow from

His broke, ruptured heart

death is now assured

I weep I came too late

wanted Him to heal

could Jesus really heal

2/25/2026