Good Friday
Lamb of God, you take away the sins of the world.
“See from his head, his hands, his feet”
The Lamb lies down
Bound, still, captured, defeated and sacrificed
Innocent … yet slain.
The head which was was nursed at his mother’s breast,
And bathed with light at his Transfiguration
And then crowned with thorns,
Is now bruised, bloodied and lifeless.
The eyes which peered from the manger into his mother’s loving gaze
And contemplated with compassion the rich young man
And so recently wept over Jerusalem
are now cold and lifeless.
The ears which heard the song of the angels
And the voice say from heaven “This is my beloved Son”
And the crowd cruelly cry “Crucify him”
now hear none of the sobs made over his body
The lips which told the paralysed man “your sins are forgiven you”
And taught the parables of the Good Samaritan and the Prodigal Son
And said “I am the resurrection and the life”
now, drained of colour, smile no more.
The hands which stilled the storm
And blessed the children
And healed the blind, deaf and lame
now rest motionless, pierced and bloodied.
The feet which climbed the mountain to pray
And walked on the water
And were washed with the tears of the penitent woman
are now twisted, maimed and mutilated.
The heart which beats for love of sinners
And which longs for the peace of the world
And which beats with our hearts
beats no more.
Christ our Passover Lamb is sacrificed for us.
Sorrow and Love flow mingled down from the cross.
He is laid in the tomb.
The Great Silence begins.
But the story has just begun.
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