(Good Friday meditation)
Weren’t you the guy my kids were telling me about on Sunday?
The roar of the crowd, the singing of the Hosannas,
I bet Moses could of heard it from heaven.
You brought your friend back from the dead,
You fed the multitudes,
healed the sick.
Heard You walked on water, stopped a storm,
and saved a woman from stoning.
A good man who could have been our great leader.
But then You had to tell the Pharisees who You are,
You disrupted their courtyard commerce,
taking away their prestige and
upsetting them by not being their kind of Messiah.
But now where are Your followers?
All I see is one of them,
four women and
me with my Passover lamb.
