The world tipped crazy that Friday night
When they captured the Teacher and
Bound him tight; with a straggling crew too weary
To pray, a disciple that betrayed him when caught
In the fray, alone and sinless, condemned to die.
The mob screamed “Blood!” in exchange for a thief
When the choice lay before them, they rebelled in
Disbelief that this Teacher was their Savior;
The Messiah, King of kings, so a sign was erected
To identify the Man in the middle, torn with grief.
The earth reeled violent; the veil split in two
When the Son of God fell silent, sacrificed
For me and you. Darkness mantled soldier, mother,
Night embraced each passerby, graveyards yielded
Saints long-sleeping, when the world’s Creator died.
The tomb sang “Empty!” that Sunday morn
When the women heavy-hearted ran with offerings
To out pour; not remembering Jesus’ teaching that
He’d rise and vanquish hell. Angels said, “Why
Do you seek the living Son among the dead?”