Good Friday Prayer
Lord, as we again snuff the candles one by one and see your cross rise
We recall those who did their jobs on that Friday long ago.
We remember Pilate who with clever words kept a false and fragile peace.
We remember a soldier who, with rope in one hand and a nail in the other, followed his orders and affixed you to the tree.
But we also remember Peter, we remember ourselves, and the job we failed to do.
We recall our denial made amidst cockcrows and salty tears of timidity and remorse.
Lord, we know again this night that we did not stand with you.
Yet you did your job, which also was your passion and your name—Jesus, “God saves.”
You bore the nails and the insults. You spoke truth and bled out.
You broke the curtain open and faced the worst of the powers’ might.
So, Lord, here we are again on a darkening Friday of this year’s Holy Week, with another chance to do our job,
And stand by you. Lord, by your Spirit, make us able to do so.
By Robert P. Fugarino. © 2015 Alive Now. Permission granted to use in corporate worship.