Good Friday

It's hard for me to focus on what happened today. Please remember with me. I know this is an old poem,but I thought it would fit.

Your Best, Your All
With arms out-stretched,
And face to the ground,
Thy wounds are bleeding,
There is no sound.

What are your thoughts,
As you hang up there?
While you’re in pain,
Do you despair?

You’re innocent to your last breath,
In this life you gave,
You were not despairing over death,
But thinking of all you would save.

Thank you for everything, O Lord!
To save the world from Adam’s fall,
Instead of dying quick by the sword,
You truly gave it your best, your all.

-me