Good Friday

Good Friday

This is it. The is what we have always feared –

The moment of surrender, the helpless moment

When there is nothing to do but to let go…

“Into Thy hands” – into another’s hand

No matter whose; the enemy’s hand, death’s hand,

God’s…The moment not to be evaded

Which says, “You must,” the moment not of choice

When we must choose to do the thing we must

And will to let our own will go. Let go.

It is no use now clinging to the controls,

Let some one else take over. Take, then, take…

There, that is done…into Thy hand, O God.


Dorothy L. Sayers


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