Good Friday

When I think of Good Friday

I think of Jesus as just a man

A mother’s beloved son

Vulnerable and broken

Yet, not just an ordinary man

A man, who in the desert of his loneliness

Poured out his blood, in love

For those who hated him

A man who did not fight back

A man who did not judge, those who judged him

I do not need to wonder how I would react

Could I be like Him? No, I could not

But I can learn from his example

Because being only human

Cannot be my excuse for not trying

For not remembering the sacrifice

That, unworthy as I am, He made for me

That like Him, I too, may rise again

Cidalia