The skies grew dark
On this somber day
The sunlight diminished
Into clouds of gray
That let the rains
Pour down around
With a thunderous clap
In a deafening sound

“Father, forgive them,
for they know not what they do”

The time had come
His father awaited
God called him home
As the soldiers berated
The faithful that wept
For this man they betrayed
Sacrificed for their sins
On this mournful Friday

 

 

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