A Good Friday Moment

The sunrise is coming-
Jesus is here,
Hanging from the cross.
Sorrowful, joy
Painful, gladness.
I can not take my gaze away from your face.
Love bleeds red
Across your cheeks and meets my sandals on the earth.
My knees grow weak I fall to you, who took my sins away.
“I am” you said, I am you are,
Eternal is your Grace.
This week that comes you will die again, as painful as that seems. But you will rise and bring great joy.
Our hearts open to receive.