The Great Instead – A Poem for Good Friday by Tosha Lamdin Williams Good Friday cries “The King is lost!” Instead of Throne, There stands the cross. Instead of robes, His body torn. Instead of crown, He wears the thorn. Instead of loyal— His friends all run. The reign of darkness Has begun. Instead of praise, The King is mocked. Instead of honor, His body flogged. Instead of water, Vile drink is dealt. (Then from His side, The water spilt.)... Read more















