On Friday there was darkness.
On Friday there was pain.
But Sunday was a-comin’
when the sun would shine again.
On Friday those who gathered
watched three crosses lifted high;
heard the scoffing and the taunting;
saw their Lord and Saviour die.
On Friday those who lingered
watched the body lifted down;
heard the weeping and the grieving;
saw it wrapped in linen gown.
On Friday those who followed
watched the grave where Jesus lay;
heard again those awful noises;
saw their future fade away.
On Friday there was darkness.
On Friday there was pain.
But Sunday was a-comin’
when the Son would rise again.
© Kathleen Wilks
About the author
Kathleen Wilks
I have been writing poems for a number of years now and many of them have been used as prayers in church services.
Recently I have started to write meditations. These are based on people in the Bible who met with Jesus.
Other meditations are to be read on a more personal level as God speaks to us, collectively or as individuals where we are now.
The meditations can be used in services, in study groups or in private.
I live in York, England, and worship at Holy Trinity Church, Heworth, and St Olave's Church in York.
I work as Property Manager for the Diocese of York in the Church of England.