Poem for Good Friday

A Home for The Desolate: A Poem Based on John 19:26-27

“When Jesus saw his mother and the disciple whom he loved standing near, he said to his mother, ‘Woman, behold your son!’ Then he said to the disciple, ‘ Behold your mother!’ And from that hour the disciple took her to his own home.”



A home for the desolate,
God gives today
On his cross
Opening a new way

A way of love and truth and joy
John became Mary’s own dear boy.

So may we in our churches dear
Be brothers to one another in all good cheer,
Loving, cherishing, forgiving too
Because Jesus died for me and you
That we might be one through thick and thin
He suffered and died that we TOGETHER might win
Abundant life and brotherly love
These are the gifts that come from above.