“What’s so Good about Friday?”

My children ask so boldly

“If that’s the day that Jesus died?”

I smile, sweetly smile,

Knowing first appearances

Are how the devil plants a lie

Am I able to look at a bank balance red;

a sinking soul dead;

a temptation in my head;

And know the resurrection power?

Can I face a storm so fierce;

an insulted heart pierced;

a devil’s reminder hissed;

And know that ‘It is finished’?

I smile, gently smile,

Knowing first appearances

Are how the devil plants a lie.

“What’s so Good about Friday?”

My soul declares from within:

“My Jesus is alive!”