Good Friday poem: ‘Tell me what you felt’

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By Mark Ellis — 

Father, tell me what you felt like

when you lost your only Son

Oh Father

tell me how it felt

when they arrested him that night

Tell me what you thought

to see your only Son on trial

Did you turn your eyes away

as they flogged his back and sides?

Oh Father

I know the slurs and mocking

must have driven you insane

then they marched Him up a little hill

with soldiers at his side

Could you bear to watch

His outstretched body on a tree?

Oh Father

You heard the sounds of pounding

as they nailed His hands and feet,

raised Him up for all to see

in shame and agony

Father, tell me what you felt like

when you lost your only son

He kept his eyes upon you…

You had to look away

Through searing pain and heartache

He finished everything that day

Darkness covered Golgotha

The curtain torn in two

Abba, Daddy

Your love has made a way.