Shrouded In Mystery Poem by Denis Martindale

A haunting feeling filled the crowd
As from His cross He left.
God's Son was wrapped within His shroud
By friends who were bereft.
Who knows how many teardrops fell
From family and friends?
For them, this day was their farewell
And where His story ends.
How could they know He would return?
They saw Him crucified!
They saw His body twist and turn...
His last breath when He died.
They saw Him pierced, then speared as proof
That He was dead indeed...
They sadly mourned the tragic truth
For that's how dead men bleed...
The tomb was guarded day and night,
To thwart the prophecies.
There was no miracle in sight,
Just morbid memories.
But God was faithful to His word!
The world changed there and then!
New life within Christ's body stirred...
Like He was born again!
Think not that God despised His Son
Who suffered shame and loss!
In death, Christ proved He was the One
Made perfect through the cross!
Salvation's love like blood poured out,
So we could go to Heaven!
Through Jesus Christ, have faith, not doubt!
YOU, TOO, CAN BE FORGIVEN!


Good Friday 2009.