Hey, let Me tell you
About the Friday I had
It really started last night
Then went terribly bad
Friends fashioned a feast
For Passover, you know
In a large upper room
That was furnished just so

I knew that My time had come
My final hour
And I knew that the Father
Had all things under His power
I got up from the meal
To wash My followers’ feet
Leaving a lesson of love
An example to see

When we reclined at the table
I had something to say,
“This Son of Man
One of you will betray!”
My disciples were saddened,
“Surely not I?”
Judas dipped bread with Me
Then went out in the night

We continued to eat
I gave thanks and broke bread
“This is My body;
Take and eat it,” I said,
“Do this to remember
What I’ve done for you”
Then sharing the cup,
“My blood poured out too”

Together we sang
To Mount Olives we went
Peter I warned
Though he denied the event
That he would disown me
Three times yet that night
Claimed he’d lay down his life
That he was willing to fight

I tried to comfort my men
“Trust in God, trust in Me
I go to prepare a place
I’ll come back, just believe
The evidence of miracles
You saw day after day
No one comes to the Father
But by the truth, life, the way”

“Now I’m about to return
To the One who sent Me
It is for your own good
But it’s your grief that I see
For if I do not go
The Holy Spirit won’t come
To guide you in truth
And bring glory to the Son”

Then I withdrew and knelt down
Hoped My friends would pray too
But they kept falling asleep
They didn’t know what I knew
That I came to be sacrificed
God’s only Son
Seeking My Father
I said, “May Your will be done”

Then the crowd busted in
The priests and armed guards
A kiss of betrayal
That accompanied swords
Seized and arrested
A biased hearing and trial
The crows of a rooster
Pain of Peter’s denial

Mocked and beaten by guards
False testimonies again
“Are you the Messiah?”
I answered, “I am”
Then led before Romans
Found undeserving of death
“Are you the king of the Jews?”
I replied simply, “Yes”

The mob was unruly
And easily persuaded
To shout, “Crucify him!”
The priests were elated
A flogging so brutal
A crown of thorns on My head
Stripped, mocked, and spit upon
Then away I was led

To the place of the Skull
To be crucified
Nailed to a cross
My arms spread out wide
Hung between criminals
With My charge on a sign
That read “King of the Jews”
That was My only crime

The mocking continued
And insults were hurled
As I gave up My spirit
And died for the world
The earth quaked and rocks split
A sword pierced My side
“Surely this was the Son of God!”
A man cried

Then wrapped up in linen
And laid in a tomb
But I don’t plan on staying
I’ll be out of here soon
Watch for Me in three days
I’ll live and I’ll rise
Friday is finished! —
Sunday’s a surprise!

by Arrow ©2018
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