There is really only one symbol to signify Good Friday – and that of course is the cross.
Today I am reminded of a poem written by my mum – must be at least 80 years ago – and I felt I wanted to honour her memory by sharing it here on my blog today.
Only a cross – set on a hill
But as I looked – my heart stood still
For more than a cross my eyes did see
A Saviour – dying there for me
My life was changed – my heart was broke
And not a word could I have spoke
Such pain – such love – oh could it be
A Saviour dying there – for me
Then – as I looked into His face
Filled with heavenly love and grace
I knew – He died – my life to save
To win my love – His life He gave
He gave His dying love to me
He shed His blood to set me free
I knelt before the cross – and gave
To Him – the life He died to save
I am ever grateful for seeing for myself – a life given to Christ – showing me by example – the love He has for me – and how to seek to live in the light of all that He gave – by giving His life – that I might truly live.
I am so glad that Easter doesn’t end with Good Friday – but that we have Easter Sunday to look forward to – to celebrate His resurrection – and experience His resurrection power for ourselves
As we celebrate Easter -maybe enjoy family time together – let us remember both the death of Christ and all that accomplished for us – but also His resurrection – and the new life – He offers to all.
Blessings to you