Good Friday Poem by nimal dunuhinga
Good Friday
Oh! My Lord Jesus.Christ the human God and the freedom fighter
You were crucified in Calvary on this particular day for our sins.
Skinny Judas still idles in every corner here.
He carries the old rusty nails hiding in his baggy fancy dress
And he looks for an innocent soul to bring him up to Golgotha for crucifixion.
[ * March 21 st,2008 @ 2130 P.M.
It's really amazed me by seeing the fire works in the Disneyland obscure night sky on this mourning day and I deeply regret thinking of the gospel Matthew, Mark, Luke and John.]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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1/14/2026 12:43:54 AM # 1.0.0
A very compelling and, yes, deeply touching Good Friday poem. The world does not stop for anyone. Not even the Creator's Son. Happy Easter, Nimal. Warmest regards, Sandra