“What’s so Good about Friday?”
My children ask so boldly
“If that’s the day that Jesus died?”
I smile, sweetly smile,
Knowing first appearances
Are how the devil plants a lie
Am I able to look at a bank balance red;
a sinking soul dead;
a temptation in my head;
And know the resurrection power?
Can I face a storm so fierce;
an insulted heart pierced;
a devil’s reminder hissed;
And know that ‘It is finished’?
I smile, gently smile,
Knowing first appearances
Are how the devil plants a lie.
“What’s so Good about Friday?”
My soul declares from within:
“My Jesus is alive!”
