I know I p0sted this last year, but I think it is my favorite Good Friday poem of all time. We have so many questions, there is so much we don’t understand about suffering and pain, but Calvary has the power to still all our questions with the truth that Christ suffered more than we ever will, and in His death is our life.
I’ve been re-reading a bunch of Amy Carmichael’s poetry from her books Toward Jerusalem, and Mountain Breezes, this Lent. Here’s one of her poems that’s appropriate for Good Friday. I particularly like the last line… it reminds me to pray for those who are lost and wandering, that they would find their home, rest and joy in Christ. How incredible that Christ’s pain was for our joy, and His death became our life – fullness of life for now and eternity.
Home of our hearts, lest we forget
What our redemption meant to Thee,
Let our most reverent thoughts be set
Upon Thy Calvary.
We, when we suffer, turn and toss
And seek for ease, and seek again;
But Thou upon Thy bitter cross
Wast firmly fixed in pain.
And in our night star-clusters shine,
Flowers comfort us, and joy of song;
No star, no flower, no song was Thine,
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