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Good Friday Song

Discussion in 'Literature and Poetry' started by BrokenHear198, Mar 23, 2008.

  1. Good Friday Song

    Why?- Nicole Nordeman

    We rode into town the other day,
    just me and my Daddy.
    He said I'd finally reached that age,
    and I could ride next to him on a horse
    that of course was not quite as wide
    We heard a crowd of people shouting
    and so we stopped to find out why
    There was that man that my dad said he loved,
    but today there was fear in his eyes

    So I said Daddy why are they screaming?
    Why are the faces of some of them beaming?
    Why is he dressed in that bright purple robe?
    I bet that crown hurts him
    more than he shows
    Daddy please can't you do something?
    He looks as if he's going to cry
    You said he is stronger than all of those guys
    Daddy please tell me why,
    why does everyone want him to die?

    Later that day the sky grew cloudy
    and daddy said I should go inside
    Somehow he knew things would get stormy,
    boy was he right
    But I could not keep from wondering
    if there was something that he had to hide
    So after he left I had to find out,
    I was not afraid of getting lost
    So I followed the crowds to a hill
    where I knew men had been killed
    And I heard a voice come from a cross:
    And it said:

    Father why are they screaming.
    Why are the faces of some of them beaming?
    Why are they casting their lots for my clothes??
    This crown of thorns
    hurts me much more than it shows,
    Father please can't you do something?
    I know that you must hear my cry
    I thought I could handle a cross of this size,
    Father remind me why,
    why does everyone want me to die.
    When will I understand why?

    My precious Son,
    I hear them screaming.
    I'm watching the face of the enemy beaming
    but soon I will clothe you in robes of my own.
    Jesus this hurts me more than you know
    But this dark hour I must do nothing.
    Though I've heard your unbearable cry
    the power in your blood destroys all the lies,
    soon you'll see past their unmerciful eyes.
    Look there below see the child
    trembling by her father's side.
    Now I can tell you why,
    she is why you must die.

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