A spoken word/poem about Easter’s Good Friday by me. 

What is so good about friday?

A man died that day, I know you don’t care, people die everyday. But this man was different, he wasn’t old, he wasn’t sick, he was innocent. He was a good man, the best man, he healed people, set them free, he empowered, he enlightened, he gave purpose, he gave.

He gave.

He gave.

Him and his twelve guys, they did nothing wrong, they weren’t criminals but they treated him like one.

Whats so good about friday?

When the crowd cheered to kill him, you could see in his eyes, he knew what was coming but he didn’t hide. He was convicted for crimes he didn’t commit, they led him away and thats when it began. The torture and murder of an innocent man.

Whats so good about friday?

They beat him and beat him and beat him some more, they mocked him, spat on him, cursed him and then…..out came the whips. Was that necessary? Did they do this to the other two convicted that day? By the time they got to 39 I was sure he was dead, too much blood had already been shed.

But they were only half way there, now the cross he had to bear. As he dragged it to the top of the hill the crowds lined the streets, some laughed, some stood in silence, some were still thirsty for more. Surely enough was enough. How he made it to the top, I am not sure. Dead Man Walking! The guards let people know.

Whats so good about friday?

When the top finally arrived, to the ground he went, dragged into place the guards lined him up. The cross was rough, the nails were long. His scream echoes in my ears. They lifted him up, for everyone to see, stripped and beaten he was not recognizable to me.

Before death came people heard him whisper ‘forgive them’ one last time. He didn’t climb down or set himself free, he never screamed ‘ I’m innocent!’ or ‘ do you not know who I am?!’

Death did come, and realisation came for me.

Whats so good about friday?

It’s not what they did to him, but what he did for me.