Terry Brewer

Rookie (3rd April,1939 / Aldershot, England)

Good Friday - Poem by Terry Brewer

A golden cross on cardinal red,
This is the day of our holy dead,
A crown of thorns upon his head,
Our Saviour Christ has died.

A golden cross on cardinal red,
Beneath his feet his mother shed,
Tears of anguish, looks of dread,
For her son was crucified.

A golden cross on cardinal red,
What was the final words he said,
‘Forgive them all’ his arms outspread,
‘Forgive them all’ he cried.

A golden cross on cardinal red,
Two thousand years in time has sped,
Since He gave hope, now hope has fled,
And his love is still denied

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  • (4/22/2006 2:18:00 PM)

    One year ago I began writing my poems with one-stanza poems for each day of the Holy Week. The poem on Good Friday is far better than mine, of course. This poem is simply beautiful. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 14, 2006

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 13, 2010

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