Good Friday in the Village
They've garlanded Your Cross with flowers
And put it in the market place
And I have shed so many tears,
Longing so much to see Your face.
They've draped Your Cross with daffodils
But they have made me realise
It's human kind alone that kills
And only God who dies.
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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