A Poem For Holy Week

After so long, I’m finally back, and today, I want to share with you a poem that I recently wrote in honor of Holy Week – the week when Jesus set His face towards Jerusalem and ultimately accomplished the salvation of all who believe by dying on the cross and rising again three days later.

“For the word of the cross is folly to those who are perishing, but to us who are being saved, it is the power of God.” 1 Corinthians 1:18.

It was a Sunday and He rode

Just as the prophet once had showed

On a beast of burden through the streets

The gathered crowd there to meet

“Hosanna!” they cried, as all was well

“Behold, the King of Israel!”


It was a Monday in His Father’s house

The Bridegroom and His estranged spouse

The Temple where money was spent

But indeed no hearts there were rent

He drove them out with a whip of cords

Zealous that true worship be restored


It was a Tuesday and He taught

Of a fig tree whose fruit was not

Apart from Him, it was as good as dead

So He called Gentiles to Himself instead

He said, “Abide in Me and bear fruit sweet,

And one day enter into heaven’s feast.”


It was a Wednesday and one of His own

Went to the chief priests all alone

Thirty pieces of silver for this man

The powers of darkness took their stand

Even still God’s purpose stood

They meant it for evil; He meant it for good


It was a Thursday and He broke

Bread and gave wine as He spoke

“This is a covenant anew,

My body and blood given for you.”

He prayed it would pass, but obeyed He still

And He set His gaze on that holy hill


It was a Friday and He was tried

And found guilty, for they lied

A blasphemer, they called Him, and a fraud

Rejected was He, the Son of God

They beat Him and mocked Him

Whipped Him and led Him away

Oh the nails they drove

On that fateful day


He became like one spoken of in Deuteronomy 21:23

“Cursed is everyone hanged on a tree.”

This curse He became

He bore our sin and shame

The full wrath of God He took

The sun ceased; the earth shook

His final breath, His final word

“It is finished,” said the Lord


It was a Saturday and He lay

In Joseph’s tomb all that day

His disciples mourned and the women wept

But His sure promise would be kept

Just one more day and He would rise

The King, the Lord, once crucified


It was a Sunday and the women saw

A sight that filled them with much awe

An angel sitting where He lay

Saying, “Christ the Lord has risen today!”

The tomb was empty; He had risen indeed

Satan He crushed, and His people He freed

He was alive once more, never to die again

The Victor to reign in the New Jerusalem


So our King went and so shall we

Momentary sufferings for an eternal glory

Raising us to life, for we are one with Him

Released forevermore from the fetters of sin

Clinging to this hope in the hour of our need

For whom the Son sets free is free indeed

The war has been won, yet there are battles still to fight

Fix your eyes on the risen Christ until your faith gives way to sight


On this Saturday before Resurrection Sunday, I pray that you would meditate on the truth of the Gospel. Truly, our sins were condemned in Christ’s flesh, and because we are united to Him, we can now walk in righteousness by the power of the Holy Spirit. This is good news indeed! May we pour out praise to the Risen Lamb tomorrow and always, dear friends!

“Worthy is the Lamb who was slain, to receive power and wealth and wisdom and might and honor and glory and blessing…to Him who sits on the throne and to the Lamb be blessing and honor and glory and might forever and ever!” Revelation 5:12-13.