The End (Good Friday Poem) Poem by Timber Koleden

The darkness spread its sheets over the cold dead earth
As the mountains quaked and the forest trees were shook
The stars all relented their shining and light became dearth
Heaven's Prince in mortal veil His final breath heaving took

Foul strokes they laid on Him and buffeted by fist and rod
They hung Him bloodied on the wood as were He the Lamb for slaughter
And drove the steely shafts of nails through the flesh of the Man who is God
Dividing His robes and regarding His anguished cries with laughter
Upon the Man weight of sin crashed down like the falling of the skies
In the anguish of death the Man was forsaken to die alone
To taste the blood and tears of death and dust of grave where He would lie
They just smile as He weeps and the wicked jeer at His dying moan

Graveclothes they spread upon His flesh and laid Him under ground
And put to sleep the Prince betrayed from amongst His friends
Tomb was barred and sealed strong that in the gloom He might never be found
Dead and cold did silent lie He who was forgotten in the end