Shrouded In Mystery

A haunting feeling filled the crowd As from His cross He left. God's Son was wrapped within His shroud By friends who were bereft. Who knows how many teardrops fell From family and friends? For them, this day was their farewell And where His story ends. How could they know He would return? They saw Him crucified! They saw His body twist and turn... His last breath when He died. They saw Him pierced, then speared as proof That He was dead indeed... They sadly mourned the tragic truth For that's how dead men bleed... The tomb was guarded day and night, To thwart the prophecies. There was no miracle in sight, Just morbid memories. But God was faithful to His word! The world changed there and then! New life within Christ's body stirred... Like He was born again! Think not that God despised His Son Who suffered shame and loss! In death, Christ proved He was the One Made perfect through the cross! Salvation's love like blood poured out, So we could go to Heaven! Through Jesus Christ, have faith, not doubt! YOU, TOO, CAN BE FORGIVEN! Good Friday 2009.