On Good Friday

On Good Friday

A Psalm on the Death of an Eighteen-Year-Old Son

What waste Lord
this ointment precious
here outpoured
is treasure great
beyond my mind to think.

For years
until this midnight
it was safe
awaiting careful use
now broken

The world is poor
so poor it needs each drop
of such a store.

This treasure spent
might feed a multitude
for all their days
and then yield more.

This world is poor?

It’s poorer now
the treasure’s lost.
I breath its lingering fragrance
soon even that
will cease.

What purpose served?

The act is void of reason
madmen do such deeds
not sane.

The sane man hoards his treasure
spends with care
if good
to feed the poor
or else to feed himself.

Let me alone Lord
You’ve taken from me
what I’d give Your world.
I cannot see such waste
that You should take
what poor men need.

You have a heaven
full of treasure
could You not wait
to exercise Your claim
on this?

O spare me Lord forgive
that I may see
beyond this world
beyond myself
Your sovereign plan
or seeing not
may trust You
Spoiler of my treasure.

Have mercy Lord
here is my quitclaim.

-Joe Bayly


About The Author


Tim Bayly has been senior pastor of Clearnote Church, Bloomington since 1996. Married to Mary Lee, the Baylys have five children and twenty-something grandchildren. Tim's book on fatherhood is titled "Daddy Tried" and he is co-author of a book on homosexuality titled "The Grace of Shame.’

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