Only once , in a calendar year across the Christian world ,
Could any other Friday be named Good .
I was lost but not without a soul .
I felt sorrow and every other feeling in my heart ,
But I was not in God’s eyes without a soul .
In my Anglican tradition
The alter is removed of all vestments of Holiness.
A black cloth covers the bare space left behind .
His Cross Covers All Sins .
Eternity is the Cross.
Good Friday is every day of the year .
Dwell in me ,
BELIEVE ,
Today , and beyond
In MY promises
I of your
Holy Word ,
I pray .
Amen and
Amen
inthegardenofmylord 