Good Friday

Solemn Day! We wait and watch-- Our conversation hold
In low and whispered voices while His battle plan unfolds.
The long, last battle---all things leading up to one dark hour
When our Prince will lead the final charge against the deadly power.

We know full well the outcome, yet we wait with bated breath
Reliving once again our Fair Lord’s Victory and His Death.
Anticipating still the charge made slowly and in pain
Up Calvary’s hill where Love will win and Love’s King will be slain.

We look across the timeless time---our Hero and our Hope
Begins again the endless climb, is fighting up the slope!
The Cross---His banner---in the fore, He strives on gallantly:
His courage never wav’ring as He claims the victory!

The awful sounds of battle fall again upon our ears--
The pounding of the heavy nails! We see His Mother’s tears!
The flow of blood---His own red Blood--now deals the deadly blow!
The King triumphant claims His own and banishes the Foe!

O Solemn Day! All hist’ry leading up to this dark hour
When our Prince will lead the final charge against the deadly power.
We gaze across the timeless time as Heav’n and Earth bow down
Before the dead Incarnate God who wears the thorny crown.


Syler Womack 2000