Easter is my favorite holiday. The significance of the Easter season is huge. A King giving up His kingdom to be in relationship with me, with you, with us, so that we have the opportunity to live with Him forever in His heavenly kingdom is nothing short of amazing.
Today marks "Good Friday" on the Easter calendar. Although there was, in the moment, nothing good about Friday the long term affects are good for all parties.
As has become a tradition around here, I post my "Darkest Hours" poem on Good Friday as a reminder to us all what Jesus did for you and me. May these words become alive and bring you to the events of that day so that you can experience anew the depth of the love of a King for you.
by Evangeline B. White
On the Mount drops fell from His forehead down
Sweat and blood dripped when no one was around.
The others fell asleep, unable to pray
It was the beginning of the darkest day.
An angel came and ministered to Jesus
Gave Him strength for the price He'd pay to free us.
The crowd who praised Him the week before
Came to betray Him, honor Him no more.
With swords and false words they came to indict
Rome against the Savior, yet He withheld His might.
His disciples scattered no more in sight
They thought this wasn't good and shrunk in fright.
Brought before Pilate and Herod He was
Beaten, mocked insulted, spit upon because
Darkness reigned during those hours
When the Son of God relinquished His powers.
Angels could have come at the sound of His voice
But they watched and waited as this was God's choice.
Women mourned and wailed for the cross was His fate.
On His shoulders sat the whole world's weight.
A crown of thorns was forced upon His head.
The charge against Him, "King of the Jews" it read.
His skin ripped apart from His head to His feet
Beyond recognition He had been beat.
With a final cry He breathed His last breath.
It was the darkest day, the Savior's death.
#Easter #King #Jesus #Savior #angels #greatlove #whereisyourangel #kidsbooks #goodfriday