Today is day 6 on our journey to the cross. I have been sending this poem
out on "Good Friday," for several years.
SIX HOURS ONE FRIDAY
Six hours one Friday
Just an ordinary day;
The people of Jerusalem
Went about their way.
Some went to market,
Others tended sheep,
Thousands to the temple
With sacrifices there to keep.
While the city bustled,
On an ordinary day,
History was changing
In an extraordinary way.
Within six hours on that Friday
The earth trembled to the core.
The temple curtain became torn
From the ceiling to the floor.
All around was darkness,
The sun refused to shine.
People groped about them,
As if they were blind.
And on that distant hill
They heard an eerie cry
From the center figure,
That was about to die.
My God, My God,
Why have has Thou forsaken me?
Came the pleading call
From the One upon the tree.
In six hours on that Friday
God claimed a victory,
Over death and Satan
On a cross on Calvary.
But not all believe the story,
That it came about this way...
That God works His best miracles
On an ordinary day!
Freda Fullerton
March 25, 2013
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