Originally written for the Good Friday service at Christ Community Bible Church in Arlington, Texas.
His hour had come at last.
The hour that all creation had been waiting for
Since the woman first sank her teeth into
A morsel of fruit
And plunged the world into death and decay.
This was the hour foretold by prophets,
Sung about by choirs,
Longed for by sufferers,
Written about by the ancients.
For three years, Jesus had said,
“My hour has not yet come.”
And finally on that night, he prayed,
“Father, the hour has come.”
It came about on that scandalous night.
Scandalous, because why would
The innocent be crucified?
Why would the divine God
Step into the place of wrath-deserving sinners?
Scandalous, because he was
Betrayed by the kiss of a friend,
Deserted by his followers,
Stricken and mocked by Roman guards.
Scandalous, because never before
Has such love been lavished
Where it’s been most undeserved,
And never before was the sacrificial system
Finally satisfied and paid in full.
And yet—it was the most beautiful night in history.
Beautiful, because the impossibility
Of sinners approaching a holy God
Became a possibility
Through Christ’s propitiation on our behalf.
Beautiful, because the darkness of death
Didn’t get to have the final say,
Even as the sinless one gasped out,
“It is finished.”
Beautiful, because what was finished
Was the payment for sins
That a just and holy God needed
To have mercy on sinners who could never pay.
The night felt long and endless
As they stood by and watched his torment,
Tears streaming down at the horror,
Hearts broken by the cruel murder.
Yet little did they know that this scandalous night
Would be remembered for all eternity
As the most beautiful night
Because the Messiah paid the debt,
Loved us to the end,
Stood in the gap,
Willingly offered himself,
And conquered death.
May we forever give him
All the glory that he’s due.
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