We Call it "Good" Friday?April 18, 2014 at 8:30pm The insult of your slap stung his face.Like a signal our gruesome frenzy began.Striking with vengance your next blow was placed.beating Him till He no longer resembled a man, You thought Him as nothing,as you punched and kicked, feeling His body tearing.I cut and bruised Him with all I could bring,His blood was oosing, soaking the cloths He was wearing. We gave Him a crown,just to make our point.Knocked Him down,and dislocated His joints. He just allowed it,I could not understand.Not blocking, not returning one hit,as on His head our blows did land. So we picked Him up,and nailed Him to a tree.Then He looked down,and forgave you and me. - Ricky Chuter

We Call it "Good" Friday?April 18, 2014 at 8:30pm The insult of your slap stung his face.Like a signal our gruesome frenzy began.Striking with vengance your next blow was placed.beating Him till He no longer resembled a man, You thought Him as nothing,as you punched and kicked, feeling His body tearing.I cut and bruised Him with all I could bring,His blood was oosing, soaking the cloths He was wearing. We gave Him a crown,just to make our point.Knocked Him down,and dislocated His joints. He just allowed it,I could not understand.Not blocking, not returning one hit,as on His head our blows did land. So we picked Him up,and nailed Him to a tree.Then He looked down,and forgave you and me. - Ricky Chuter