It Is Friday Poem by Randy McClave

It is Friday
The devout did pray,
Peter did sleep
While Mary did weep.
In the tomb Jesus did lay.

Judas betrayed
In the tomb Jesus laid,
Hope was lost
Upon the cross.
The believers prayed.

Death had won
It had claimed the son,
Satan is laughing
As the hours are passing.
The work is not yet done.

A soldier stands guard
All visitors are barred,
A stone is rolled into place
So, the body forever to encase.
Permanently in the graveyard.

Then comes Sunday.

Randy L. McClave