Goodfriday Stories

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

When an old man goes missing on Good Friday, a small town goes into turmoil looking for him.

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

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.

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 commend my precious soul. Guarantee my safe passage to heaven's gate. A celestial realm that is devoid of hate.

Wrote this while waiting for the results diagnosis on my sister's medical tests. It was also the Saturday between Good Friday & Easter Sunday

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.

As Easter is soon approaching, now is a great time of year to look back on the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ. Be blessed as you dive into this rhyming poem that explores the events of the Passion and Resurrection of Christ.

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.

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

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.

How to defeat allegations that Christ's sacrifice was unnecessary? Did Christ have to die on the cross? Groups such as the Unitarians argue against the atoning sacrifice of the Lord Jesus. How do we respond?

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.

An Easter Story.