What It Was (A Poem for Good Friday)


Artist: Faith Scott Jessup


Click to hear my thoughts on this poem and my reading of it.


What it was


Not the striking hands

nor the crown of thorns

not the mocking words

nor the poison herbs.


Not the spitting lips

nor the nails through flesh

not the casting lots

nor the “Save yourself!”

It was the immense pain of

divine abandonment

the black triune hours of


the experience of


that broke him

and took his breath away.

Good Friday 2015

Darla McDavid

I'm Darla, a writer of stories about family, friends, goodness, and God. I love cats, coffee, gardening, and tall stacks of books. Click here to subscribe to my blog. You can also find me on Facebook and Instagram. In my other life, I'm an administrative professional and a Sunday School teacher for preschoolers.

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