Good Friday Afternoon
The miracle of incarnation
reaches now its culmination.
Fearfully and wonderfully made,
Into the hands of like men betrayed.
Made like his brethren in every respect,
yet a godly fear to temptation reject,
and a Father's desire to love and protect,
yet no beauty to be desired,
until his final breath expired.
He gave up his body, and then within hours,
He gave up his Spirit, submitting his powers.
Entirely spent to endure crucifixion
as followers spent to endure its depiction.
Like crowds, that for healing, in frenzy to touch,
We'd take down His body and love Him so much,
In deepest affection, and spirit so sweet,
not only would we kiss his feet,
but just as Elijah and the widow's son,
stretch out and cover him that we be one.
Grasping his body that nothing may cleave us,
we remember he said "a little while" he'd leave us.
In worship, adoring, it's still necessary
his body to bury, in faith to obey,
that we may love him in a much better way.
In patient hope we now release him,
that his Father may increase him.
Our risen and exalted Lord, He is still our Brother,
"Take the love you have for me and give some to each other."