WHY?
A Good Friday Poem
by Fred Varden

Why?
Why did Jesus have to die?
Why do we feel like we have to cry
and wipe a tear from a guilty eye?
Why?

What did Jesus ever do
to deserve the punishment
that He only knew
would come His way
on a specific day
Why?

Why do we think we’re the wounded one
when all is said and all is done
How can our problems
ever compare
with those of He who our sins did bear
upon a cross so crude and unfair
Why?

So Why?
Would Jesus meekly go
With cross on back and take the blows
Of punch and kick and spear in hate
To hang in agony until so late

But not too late for me and you
To feel His love and peace come through
At Easter time when Angels sing
Of death no longer with its sting

For Jesus did not die in vain
As certain as sunshine follows rain 
The Lord will come back to us again
To love and save us from the grave