On that cross,
My sins nailed through your hands and feet,
Pinning you down.
Unable to move, to speak.
The weight of my transgressions held you there-
Too much for you to overcome.
All of my guilt, fears, weaknesses, shame sat upon your crowned head-
Pushing in the thorns,
It was for my pain that you bled.
A Good Friday Poem
Raelyn Pracht 
Wonderful. Happy Good Friday and Happy Easter. Thank God for Jesus.
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Happy Easter!
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