I'm Here For Thee. Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

Friday's dark, a heavy day,
Blood and thorns along the way.
Stripped and beaten, pain so deep,
Tears the silent watchers weep.

He bore the weight, a cruel demand,
For every heart in every land.
Suffering's cup, He drank it all,
Before the silent, judging wall.

But hold on tight, through grief and fear,
Wipe away each falling tear.
Though Friday's shadows linger long,
And weakness sings a mournful song,

Remember then, His loving plea,
'I'll never leave, I'm here for thee.'
The promise whispers, soft and true,
Sunday's breaking, shining through.

The cross you bear, He helps you lift,
A gentle, loving, healing gift.
So lift your eyes, beyond the night,
Sunday's coming, filled with light.