Good Friday Poems about the Cross

Worship our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ with these Good Friday poems as you gain a fresh appreciation for His death on our behalf on the cross of Calvary.

What Love Displayed

My God, I come in humble awe
And thank You for Your love
So vast, so deep, so wonderful
It lifts my heart above.

That God Himself would come to earth
Rejected, tested, poor,
Then take my sin with all its shame
To open heaven’s door.

That Jesus Christ would bear my guilt
And wear it on the tree –
Unjustly lifted up to die
To show His love for me.

That on the cross as darkness fell
And heaven turned away,
He gave Himself to pay my debt
To wash my sins away.

That three days on He broke the chains
That bound me to the grave –
He rose again to live and reign,
To pardon, rescue, save.

That when I was an enemy
He set His love on me
And sent His Spirit in my heart
To make these blind eyes see.

That when I came with nothing good
To offer at His throne,
He welcomed me with matchless grace
To take me as His own.

That though I sin and often fall
He loves me just the same
And lets me have a special part
To magnify His Name.

That when I’m weak and feeling low,
He proves His love indeed
With comfort, strength, and tender care
To meet my every need.

That in a world so marred by sin
He sends such pure delight
With blessings, gifts, provisions, too,
To bring me joy and light.

That someday soon He’ll take me home
To realms of perfect love
Where He’s prepared a perfect place
To dwell with me above.

That endless years will never dull
The perfect joy we’ll share,
The oneness of eternal love
To which He’s made me heir.

Oh, what a love I see displayed
In all Your gracious ways!
Lord, help me love You more, I pray,
And lift eternal praise.

Christina Joy Hommes

To Him Who’s Overcome

To Him who’s overcome the world
And gives us hope and cheer,
To Him who crushed the bands of death
And freed us from its fear,

To Him who came and died for us
Then rose to live anew,
To Him who gives His life to us
To share His glory, too,

To Him whose love will never fade,
Whose grace will never end,
To Him who cares for every need
And lets us call Him Friend,

To Him who reigns forevermore
From heaven’s throne above,
To Him who’s worthy of our praise
With worship, honor, love,

To Him be glory in the heights
And songs of loudest praise,
To Him be love from every heart
Through all our endless days.

Christina Joy Hommes

“I have overcome the world.” John 16:33b

At Christ’s Expense

At Christ’s expense my soul is free
From sin and guilt and shame;
He paid the price to pardon me –
All glory to His Name!

At Christ’s expense I now belong
As child of God and heir;
My Father’s love is vast and strong
And keeps me in His care.

At Christ’s expense I have a home
That He’s prepared for me;
He made the way for me to come
And offered me the key.

At Christ’s expense I have a song,
True hope, real joy, God’s peace,
And while the ages roll along
His praise will never cease.

At Christ’s expense though I was poor
God made me rich in grace,
And now in Christ forevermore
I’ll share my Savior’s place.

Christina Joy Hommes

“For ye know the grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, that, though He was rich, yet for your sakes He became poor, that ye through His poverty might be rich.” 2 Corinthians 8:9

You Came for Me

Lord Jesus, in your mercy
You came to earth for me;
You left your perfect splendor
With all your majesty.

You took a human body,
Felt hunger, cold, and pain,
Were hated and rejected,
And felt temptation’s strain.

Yet all the time you bore it
Without the least complaint –
No sinful thoughts or motives
Broke through your self restraint.

Your words were true and gracious,
Your actions good and right,
You always served the Father –
A bright and shining light.

Though pure you took my burden
Of sinful guilt and shame –
Condemned to die though perfect
While sinners mocked your Name.

You gave Your life to save me
And shed Your blood for me;
Though I deserved the treatment,
You took it willingly.

Then, when your work was finished,
You bowed your head and died;
They sealed the tomb and guarded
Your body crucified.

The story wasn’t over –
That Sunday you arose
Triumphant in your conquest
That crushed our darkest foes.

The strength of sin was broken,
Death died in infamy,
The devil was defeated,
My guilty heart set free.

You wore my sin and sorrow
So I could wear your crown,
Your righteousness now clothes me
And nothing weighs me down.

What boundless grace and mercy
Would send you all this way
And set your love upon me
To wash my sins away?

I know I can’t explain it,
No songs can tell the whole,
But how I love and praise you
With all my heart and soul!

Christina Joy Hommes

Wonder of Wonders

Wonder of wonders our God becomes man,
So humble and lowly fulfilling God’s plan.
Despising the glory and leaving His place,
He comes to redeem us in marvelous grace.

Wonder of wonders He comes here to earth,
The son of a virgin, a peasant by birth.
He comes in a stable, a manger His bed,
By those He created is nurtured and fed.

Wonder of wonders the world turns away –
No place for the Savior to come or to stay.
But angels tell shepherds who hurry to see,
And wisemen bring presents and come bend the knee.

Wonder of wonders He learns and He grows;
Immortal now mortal, our weakness He knows.
Though tempted like others, He lives without sin;
Still perfectly righteous and holy within.

Wonder of wonders the King is the Lamb,
Our perfect atonement the mighty I Am.
Our sin on His shoulders He carries and cries,
“It’s finished!” Our Maker and Sacrifice dies.

Wonder of wonders He rises again –
The grave cannot hold Him and death cannot win.
It’s shackles are broken by Jesus the Lord
Who offers salvation that all can afford.

Wonder of wonders the God-man still wears
The form of a servant with scars that He bears;
Ascending to heaven He sits on His throne
Still worthy of worship to save and atone.

Wonder of wonders the Savior appears
In splendor and glory to honor and cheers.
Now crowned and triumphant He’s coming again
Exalted forever and ever. Amen.

Christina Joy Hommes

He Bore It All

My Savior bore that cup of wrath
Poured out on Him alone,
With none to share the awful load
That no one else had known.

He bore God’s wrath against my sin
With all of my disgrace,
And died the death that I had earned
As justice purchased grace.

He bore the pain when, for my sake,
The Father turned away;
The separation I deserved
Was laid on Him that day.

He bore the cross, the crown of thorns,
The nails, the scorn, the shame
To please the Father and to give
An enemy His Name.

He bore it all, and now He stands
Exalted over all;
Soon every tongue will call Him Lord
As at His feet we fall.

Christina Joy Hommes

Still Worthy

Before the world existed
And time or space were made,
God’s Son was with the Father
In majesty arrayed.

But then He came among us,
A man like you and me.
He faced the same temptations
Yet stood in purity.

Messiah still was worthy
Of sitting on God’s throne
Where not a hint of evil
Can enter or be shown.

Then Jesus took our sin-load
With all our guilt and shame
And gave Himself as payment
As if He was to blame.

His sacrifice sufficient
To cancel all that sin,
The risen Christ ascended
And freely entered in.

He sat beside the Father
On God’s eternal throne
Unscathed and robed in glory
To claim it as His own.

Still worthy of His title,
Still worthy of His place,
Oh, what a glorious Savior
Now fills the throne of grace!

Christina Joy Hommes

It’s one thing for the Son to have been co-equal and able to sit on the Father’s throne before the incarnation. But He twice took steps that would have disqualified anyone else – facing life’s temptations and then bearing our sin – and yet He triumphed in purity and glory, still worthy to claim His title and throne. As we believe:

Jesus…

Lived on earth as one of us
Faced the same temptations and troubles we face
Never sinned in thought, word, or action
Remained pure and holy without a hint of sin
Was still worthy to sit on God’s holy throne after 33 years on earth

We know from experience what divine strength and purpose that takes!

And then He…

Took all of our sins as if they were His own and stood guilty in our place
Offered Himself as a sacrifice and died in our place
Was a substitute so pure, so infinite, so acceptable that He did what we could never do
Paid for and canceled the record of all those sins in full
Rose to eternal life unscathed by evil
Ascended worthy to sit on God’s righteous throne, retain His titles, and reclaim His rightful position of honor and majesty

That is magnificent and astonishing beyond our comprehension!

Truly the Lord Jesus is eternally worthy of all worship and praise.

Hallelujah!

Come See, The God of Heaven

Come, see! The God of heaven
Is walking on this earth;
The angels He created
Announce His humble birth.

Come, see! The God of heaven
Is healing blind and lame
And making friends of outcasts
Who call upon His Name.

Come, see! The God of heaven
Is dying on the tree –
The innocent found guilty
To pardon you and me.

Come, see! The God of heaven
Is rising from the grave
Exalted and triumphant
To prove His pow’r to save.

Come, see! The God of heaven
Ascending to His throne
To intercede forever
For those He calls His own.

Come, see! The God of heaven
Is coming back to reign
With all His saints who follow
Exultant in His train.

Come, see! The God of heaven
Is making all things new.
Our King and our Redeemer
We bring our praise to You!

Christina Joy Hommes

Between the Cross and Sunday

Between

Between the cross and Sunday
Were days of bitter gloom
To those who took Christ’s body
And laid it in a tomb,

Because they’d all forgotten
His promise He would rise
And see them three days later
When He’d secured the prize.

But Christ had not forgotten
Or let their unbelief
Distract Him from His purpose
Though they were lost in grief.

Before the dawn had broken
That Sunday, He arose
Our everlasting Savior
Who conquered all His foes.

Behold the risen Savior
With nail prints in His hands –
The tokens of His conquest
While glorified He stands.

Believe His saving promise
For He will keep His Word
Though everyone’s forgotten
The precious things they’ve heard.

Between the resurrection
And rapture let’s hold fast
His faithful words of promise
That He will come at last.

Christina Joy Hommes

It’s Different Since I Know Him

It’s different since I know Him,
It’s personal to me
To watch the Savior’s triumph
And pain at Calvary.

I see my Friend so heavy
In anguish and distress
When yielding in the Garden
To take my sinfulness.

I see Him mocked and beaten,
Unjustly tried, condemned;
Yet like a Lamb He’s silent –
So regal to the end.

I see Him trip and stumble
Beneath that cross of mine,
So weak yet speaking comfort –
Still mortal and divine.

I see them nail my Jesus
To hang upon the tree;
I hear Him pray, Forgive them
For what they’ve done to me.

I hear the crowd that mocked Him,
They scorned His Word and claim;
But when the thief repented
Christ saved him just the same.

I grieve as He’s forsaken,
The Father turns away,
Eternal oneness broken
By sin that awful day.

I watch Him cry, It’s finished!
The triumph was complete –
He gave His life for others
And purchased death’s defeat.

I see them take His body
And lay it in a tomb;
I see the soldiers guarding
Salvation’s waiting room.

I see Him rise eternal,
The Prince of life and love,
Now glorified forever
To reign in truth above.

I see Him speak to Mary,
So tender in her grief;
I hear Him near Emmaus
And join the men’s belief.

I watch the Lord appearing
To those who knew Him best
With proofs that He was living
As all of them attest.

I see Him go to Thomas
And show His hands and side;
I hear His grace and worship
My Lord now glorified.

I see Him rise to heaven
Ascending as He’ll come
To take His throne forever
And make our promised home.

I see Him interceding
For those He calls His own –
Still saving, guarding, guiding
His children from His throne.

I see Him waiting, ready
To catch us all away
To share with Him forever
His life and endless day.

It’s different since I know Him,
They’re more than facts to me,
For Jesus is my Savior
Whose love has set me free.

Christina Joy Hommes

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