Showing posts with label Good Friday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Good Friday. Show all posts

Friday, March 29, 2013

Good Friday

Today is Good Friday, so I thought I'd keep it simple, and post a couple poems about Good Friday and Jesus's Resurrection.  I'll post some pictures hopefully on Monday about how our weekend went. Have a wonderful weekend celebrating God's goodness to us! :)

THE NAIL
The nail is used for many things,
A useful securing tool;
A hammer is taken by the hand
And drives it, that's the rule.
A nail is needed when you build,

It's a necessary thing.
It was also used over two thousand years ago
To hang upon a tree, the King.

He took the pain and suffering

For all mankind, you see.
Yet He took the torture just for you,
And He took it just for me.

You cannot keep a good man down,

Through the years many have said.
He went down a man, and rose a King
To deliver the spiritually dead.

He is on the throne

At God's right hand.
The First, the Last,
The Great I Am.

No nail, no hammer can touch Him now--

The mighty King on high.
What He built is forevermore,
Salvation for you and I.

So when you see a simple nail with it's sharpened end,

And need to build or repair,
Lift up your eyes, your heart and mind
And thank Him with a prayer.

                                                          -- Laurene H. Bell
Defeated:
Satan's waged a war for thousands of years,
and brought forth millions of tears.
infiltrating our inner lines, Putting evil thoughts into our minds.
He's destroyed our trust in one another,
and turned sister against brother.
He attacks the mind that's his playground,
and he really knows his way around.
He perfected his schemes, and filled our minds with doubt.
which makes us think there's no way out.
Attacking unrelentlessly , he slaughtered God's Holy Lamb.
Desecrating the words of the one who says I AM.
But in Satan's ignorance, what he didn't see,
Is the Lamb that he slaughtered, is our eternal victory!
Now he struts up and down this land,
thinking everything is in his hand.
Satan is known as the angel of light,
disobedient deceiver, he continues to fight.
He roams the earth seeking whom he may devour,
but soon he will see God's final hour.
Satan fills our heart with jealousy and with pride,
making it hard to stand side by side.
Always attacking in such a way
that even God's best Lambs are led astray.
He'll make you believe things that are not true,
try to make you do things you don't want to do.
putting temptations before your eyes
and covering them up in disguise.
The battle cry is getting louder.
the countdown is close to the finals hour.
Satan's attacking from every side.
but he's STILL no match for The Crucified!
~ By Tim Baughman '88





Friday, April 6, 2012

Good Friday

IT WASN'T A GOOD FRIDAY
by Harry Page

It wasn't a Good Friday, the day that Jesus died,
He'd suffered and been tortured, and probably had cried,
Seen Herod and seen Pilate, and the Sanhedrin too,
All of this he took, for love of me and you.

It wasn't a Good Friday; the Devil seemed to win,
But Jesus knew he'd come to save us all from sin,
The prophesies were fulfilled, all the boxes ticked,
But Satan didn't realise, that now he had been licked.

It wasn't a Good Friday, the disciples ran away,
When they saw the soldiers they knew they couldn't stay,
Only John and Peter followed with the throng,
While Jesus being marched away, knew he must be strong.

It wasn't a Good Friday; the skull place was ahead,
The nails, the cross, the mocking, the spear that says you're dead,
But all of this he had to bear, it was part of God's plan,
To give his all for each of us, as Jesus only can.

It wasn't a Good Friday, now God had turned away,
Utterly forsaken, this was the darkest day,
He could have called the angels to save him from this pain,
But stayed and died so we could come at last to heaven again.

It was a great Good Friday, ‘It's finished' was his cry,
A shout that would have carried, up to God on high,
He had, he'd won the battle, and death defeated too,
Paid the price, set us free, new life for me and you.

So think on this Good Friday, what costs he had to pay,
To bring us to the Father, to take us all the way,
So put your trust in Jesus, give him allegiance true,
He loved you and he died for you, and now it's up to you.