It wasn’t pretty
A Good Friday Lament
It wasn’t pretty
the cross He was nailed to…
Probably not new, but stained with blood, body fluids,
Pox marked with nail holes
of others crucified,
on the same cross they nailed Him to…
It wasn’t pretty
To be betrayed with a kiss
To be dragged through the streets…
spat on, ridiculed,
stripped of clothing and dignity
Skin beaten off His back
Crown of thorns forced on His head piercing His brow,
Blood sweat, tears flowing mingling down
a bruised , broken body…
It wasn’t pretty
It wasn’t pretty when
Mocked by rulers, kings and
religious leaders,
Who washed Their hands,
Moved Him on knowing He was not guilty,
Appeasing the crowds who were calling for Barabbas
It wasn’t pretty
Abandoned by friends,
Abused by His captors,
Seeing His family watching the suffering
As the sword pierced His side…
It wasn’t pretty
It wasn’t pretty as they called mockingly
“If you’re who you say you are, then show us,
come down from the cross…
The angels will save you,”
It wasn’t pretty,
It wasn’t pretty
And when He cried
“My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
It wasn’t pretty
Hanging on the cross for six hours waiting for death to come,
Before He gave up His earthly body
It wasn’t pretty
It wasn’t pretty
As the crowds looked on,
The earth trembled
some still mocking,
The thief sought salvation,
The centurion saw,
the ‘Son of God’,
hanging on that cross
It wasn’t pretty
He gave up His body
Cried “It is Finished”,
No dignity
Dragged to a tomb that had been borrowed,
Left to rot with out ceremony
behind a large stone,
Guarded by soldiers,
It wasn’t pretty
But the story’s not over
No rose tinted glasses
No Air brushed photos
No glossing over,
The pain, the suffering
The inglorious death,
What He went through
What He did for your sin,
It wasn’t pretty
But just three days later
He rose from the grave!
The story’s not over
The story’s not finished…
It wasn’t pretty, what He went through,
What happened,
just for you,
What He suffered
for your Salvation
So you wouldn’t have to go through the same pain and suffering,
It wasn’t pretty
it wasn’t pretty
A Good Friday Lament
It wasn’t pretty
the cross He was nailed to…
Probably not new, but stained with blood, body fluids,
Pox marked with nail holes
of others crucified,
on the same cross they nailed Him to…
It wasn’t pretty
To be betrayed with a kiss
To be dragged through the streets…
spat on, ridiculed,
stripped of clothing and dignity
Skin beaten off His back
Crown of thorns forced on His head piercing His brow,
Blood sweat, tears flowing mingling down
a bruised , broken body…
It wasn’t pretty
It wasn’t pretty when
Mocked by rulers, kings and
religious leaders,
Who washed Their hands,
Moved Him on knowing He was not guilty,
Appeasing the crowds who were calling for Barabbas
It wasn’t pretty
Abandoned by friends,
Abused by His captors,
Seeing His family watching the suffering
As the sword pierced His side…
It wasn’t pretty
It wasn’t pretty as they called mockingly
“If you’re who you say you are, then show us,
come down from the cross…
The angels will save you,”
It wasn’t pretty,
It wasn’t pretty
And when He cried
“My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
It wasn’t pretty
Hanging on the cross for six hours waiting for death to come,
Before He gave up His earthly body
It wasn’t pretty
It wasn’t pretty
As the crowds looked on,
The earth trembled
some still mocking,
The thief sought salvation,
The centurion saw,
the ‘Son of God’,
hanging on that cross
It wasn’t pretty
He gave up His body
Cried “It is Finished”,
No dignity
Dragged to a tomb that had been borrowed,
Left to rot with out ceremony
behind a large stone,
Guarded by soldiers,
It wasn’t pretty
But the story’s not over
No rose tinted glasses
No Air brushed photos
No glossing over,
The pain, the suffering
The inglorious death,
What He went through
What He did for your sin,
It wasn’t pretty
But just three days later
He rose from the grave!
The story’s not over
The story’s not finished…
It wasn’t pretty, what He went through,
What happened,
just for you,
What He suffered
for your Salvation
So you wouldn’t have to go through the same pain and suffering,
It wasn’t pretty
it wasn’t pretty
