It's Friday

It's Friday, a day of pain and suffering.

It's Friday, marked by a pierced body.

It's Friday, while blood flows from the stripes and the nails.

It's Friday, and a King is "celebrated" with the placing of a purple robe and a crown of thorns.

It's Friday, where a perfect man is mocked and reviled.

It's Friday, an hour when darkness reigns.

It's Friday, when the Father turns His face away.

It's Friday, as the Lamb of God cries out that it is finished. That His work is finished.

It's Friday, and the veil of the temple has been torn.

It's Friday. We call it good, but we won't forget that it was also ugly.

It's Friday.

But Sunday...