In the somber shadows of Good Friday's eve,
Where darkness falls, and hearts do grieve,
A solemn ode to naked truth I weave,
In the hush of night, where sorrows cleave.
Behold the naked truth, stripped bare,
Exposed to the world, devoid of care,
Innocence shrouded, no garments to wear,
On the cross, humanity's burden to bear.
In darkness, the world finds its repose,
As anguish deepens, and sorrow grows,
The weight of sin, like a heavy throes,
Upon the soul, where despair flows.
In the absence of light, we seek a sign,
A glimmer of hope, a sacred design,
Yet, in the darkness, we must align,
With the path of redemption, divine.
Good Friday's tale, a story profound,
Where nakedness and darkness are crowned,
Yet, in this despair, grace is found,
As love's eternal light does astound.
So let us ponder in this sacred hour,
The depth of mercy, the saving power,
For in the darkness, blooms love's flower,
On Good Friday, in solemn dower.