Good Friday

From Amos House Stations of the Cross


You entered into our suffering in the form of a homeless baby

Even to the point of death on a cross. 

A criminal, insurrectionist, blasphemer 

Your Love was your demise. 

Resistance can only lead to death. 

Giving yourself up for the sake of understanding our hopeless state,

These poor banished children of Eve. 

A holy victim, abandoned. 

You know us. 

We do not know what we do. 

We’ll cast your body in a borrowed tomb 

While we do not yet know what to do


Have mercy on us, Lord,

Now and at the hour of our death. 


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