Goodfriday Stories

Jesus the messiah purchase our freedom with his very own blood He is the ransome that came from heaven

This book is only for Christian depths, thoughts, doubts, history.

Realizations about Life.

It begins with palm branches and praise. Jesus enters Jerusalem, hailed as a king. But behind the cheers, shadows fall. Peter believes he'll never falter. John clings to hope. Mary Magdalene, once shattered and now healed, can't shake a rising dread. And Jesus-Jesus knows. Every step forward is one closer to the cross. Through the days that follow, He teaches, challenges, and comforts. He washes feet and breaks bread. He prays alone in the garden. He is betrayed, arrested, beaten, and crucified. Mary watches her son die. Mary Magdalene stands in heartbreak. Veronica offers a simple act of kindness that history will never forget. Peter breaks under the weight of his denial. And Jesus-silent, suffering, still loves them all. But death isn't the end. On Easter morning, the stone is rolled away. Mary Magdalene sees Him first. Peter and John race to the tomb. And the sorrow in Mary's heart is transformed into joy. This is the story of Holy Week through the eyes of those who walked beside Him. The broken, the brave, and the one who gave everything. From palms to the empty tomb... Love has triumphed.

My Lord the good shepherd and fortress of hope. I gladly rest within thy Calvary's scope. Where ills, death, torment are never endemic in a world where strife is largely systemic. Satan's forces can never with thee contend. As they tirelessly try my soul to rend. For in thy hands Lord I deliver my all, let not the enemy gloat over my fall. Hide me Lord from the ravenous devil's snare. Through stalking passions he tries to draw me near to hell's dreary coast of unquenchable fire. Keep me from the deceit of this age old liar. When I achieve eternity's sinless goal, Lord to thee I will commit my precious soul. Guarantee my safe passage to heaven's gate. A celestial realm that is devoid of hate.

Oh sweetest wood, Oh sweetest nails, Oh precious blood. Come, let us, bending knee, adore.

This poem reflects on the significance of Good Friday, a day when Christians commemorate Jesus Christ's crucifixion and ultimate sacrifice for the redemption of humanity. The poem highlights the depth of love and grace demonstrated through Christ's death and resurrection, emphasizing the hope and salvation that believers find in his sacrifice. It encourages reflection, gratitude, and reverence for the profound impact of Good Friday on Christian faith and life.

Through Him, the universe was created. Yet here He was, mocked, beaten, abused, barely even recognizable as a man. He knew he had the power to free himself from it all, still he remained passive, silent and meek. They say that He was both God and Man. But while he was suffering, he suffered as a man. What could've been going through his mind during those last few hours? How did the man in him resist the urge to flee and free himself from such an ordeal? Why did He do it, in the first place? Was He truly God and Man? Or was he just a man who thought himself to be God? Note: This is a work of literary fiction. It is not intended to teach or preach anything. It does not seek to presume anything, other than what this writer thinks could have happened.

This poem reflects on the significance of Good Friday, a day when Christians commemorate Jesus Christ's crucifixion and ultimate sacrifice for the redemption of humanity. The poem highlights the depth of love and grace demonstrated through Christ's death and resurrection, emphasizing the hope and salvation that believers find in his sacrifice. It encourages reflection, gratitude, and reverence for the profound impact of Good Friday on Christian faith and life.

My Lord the good shepherd and fortress of hope. I gladly rest within thy Calvary's scope. Where ills, death, torment are never endemic in a world where strife is largely systemic. Satan's forces can never with thee contend. As they tirelessly try my soul to rend. For in thy hands Lord I deliver my all, let not the enemy gloat over my fall. Hide me Lord from the ravenous devil's snare. Through stalking passions he tries to draw me near to hell's dreary coast of unquenchable fire. Keep me from the deceit of this age old liar. When I achieve eternity's sinless goal, Lord to thee I will commend my precious soul. Guarantee my safe passage to heaven's gate. A celestial realm that is devoid of hate.

My Lord the good shepherd and fortress of hope. I gladly rest within thy Calvary's scope. Where ills, death, torment are never endemic in a world where strife is largely systemic. Satan's forces can never with thee contend. As they tirelessly try my soul to rend. For in thy hands Lord I deliver my all, let not the enemy gloat over my fall. Hide me Lord from the ravenous devil's snare. Through stalking passions he tries to draw me near to hell's dreary coast of unquenchable fire. Keep me from the deceit of this age old liar. When I achieve eternity's sinless goal, Lord to thee I will commit my precious soul. Guarantee my safe passage to heaven's gate. A celestial realm that is devoid of hate.

Jesus the messiah purchase our freedom with his very own blood He is the ransome that came from heaven

Those three powerful words by Jesus

An Easter Story.

This Good Friday, may we devote all our praise and affection and gratitude to the Savior who in His Love for us bore our sins and our pain. Jesus is Worthy of all Praise. ✝️ Please reflect on the depth and love of His Sacrifice as you read these words. I'm so so grateful for the Holy Spirit giving the words for this poem to me and writing this through me, the Truth and depth of Jesus' Sacrificial Love for us all is truly incredible, beyond understanding, and I'm honored to express it. The Lord is so gracious- He alone Saved me and now He's the One enabling me to praise Him through His Spirit. His Love is incredible. Jesus loves you, so so much, He loves us all. To be willing to bear all our pain for us. How Good and Merciful is He! "..Who Himself bore our sins in His own body on the tree, that we, having died to sins, might live for righteousness-by whose stripes you were healed." ~ 1 Peter 2:24 "Surely He has borne our griefs And carried our sorrows; Yet we esteemed Him stricken, Smitten by God, and afflicted. But He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities; The chastisement for our peace was upon Him, And by His stripes we are healed." ~ Isaiah 53:4-5 (Upon praying and reflecting, I have a feeling I'm called to write something more here. Perhaps a final line and maybe some others too. So tomorrow I will definitely pray more about this and spend time in God's Word and hopefully more words will be added soon! 😊) I hope you've had a blessed Good Friday full of worshipful praise. Praise and thank our Wonderful Lord and Savior Jesus! 💙✝️

The unseen events during, slightly after, and the morning of. During The Christ's Passion - An Invasion. Slightly After - A Last Stand. The Morning Of - A Discussion you should probably hear about but of course no Priests nor Pastor, or whatever else Godmode Vacuum salesman they have over there. Although Pope Francis he's cool. He's Robert Smith while everyone else over there is from Banana Rama. Sorry. Took me years to figure out if Wattpad would be the right place for this. It's all sex and love and then love and then sex and then sex without love and love without sex. No wonder you people now have to always wash your hands now!!! But I like that dirt. I love it there is literally is nothing like it. Someone else likes it too but that's for later. Don't think I'm in this to spill the dirt on anyone I love Him and you guys I don't have to do a thing. Just tell my story since everyone's at home right? Hehe nice one China! The world will figure it 'ya out soon btw.

Jesus the Christ known well as a teacher of God's mercy and is welcomed by being fanned with palms. Therefore, we celebrate palm Sunday. But there is more to it than that.