It Is Good Friday Poem by Randy McClave

It is Friday
Judas betrayed Jesus,
He was crucified on a cross
God sees us.
It is Friday
Peter is asleep,
All hope has been lost
As Mary does weep.
It is Friday
Day has turned into night,
The veil was ripped open
The world is quite.
It is Friday
Death had thought it won,
As all looked upon the crucifixion
The death of the son.
In his side ripped a spear
Jesus was taken to be buried,
It is still Friday
Into his tomb Jesus's body was carried.
A rock is rolled into place
A soldier stands guard this Friday,
It is Friday at Jesus's tomb
But, coming is Sunday.

Randy L. McClave