For Good Friday 2020, we published a 'Virtual Stations of the Cross' to be used as a digital devotional. You can find it here.

We have also created a list of Good Friday resources for children and families here.

All the poems and texts which accompany the devotional are reproduced below.


First Station: 5 Minutes (In The Garden) by KJ-52
I got 5 minutes 5 minutes left
Five minutes till the soldiers till they bring me to my death
So very close just to breathe my last breath
As I'm here in the garden I felt the heave of my chest
My disciples are asleep and they rest
And they can't seem to see just what be coming next
Through the trees the soldiers speed from the west
Getting closer and closer for me to arrest
I see blood drops like beads in my sweat
They run down like a crown right down on my head
I'm laid on the ground face down like I'm dead
Crying out to you Father let me pass what's ahead
They pound the nails in my hands the hands and my legs
As the time runs outs then I hang and I bled
They are coming down I understand what you said
So with 4 minutes left this is now what I did saying..

Not my will but let your will be done

I got 3 minutes 3 minutes left
3 minutes till the soldiers bring me to my death
I can hear them loud and clear closer then I guessed
While Judas is coming down with the crowd and the rest
They don't even understand right now what this is
They don't know who I am what I have just to give
For ever man every girl every child every kid
See my death has been planned so many can come to live
See I know that I got just a few minutes then
Then they'll come and they'll grab me its the beginning of the end
See I wont make a sound see I won't even defend
Myself to the crowd now I'll go just with them
Cuz I came for this now I came for they sin
I came to lay my life down then I'll take it up again
2 minutes I'll be bound and I'll face what's ahead
With the words from my mouth came out then I said

I got 1 minute 1 minute left
1 minute till the soldiers gone bring me to my death
I can hear all there voices its like a 100 feet ahead
I can see all the torches now I know what is next
I'll be beat and tortured then struck on my head
Forced to carry the cross and I'll be lead
Up a hill to be killed then I'm left now for dead
But now it's not my will Father I want yours now instead
And so I pray won't you please let this cup pass from me
See I want what you want that's all I want for me
Now I was just betrayed for some fast money
But the ones that you gave they could never snatch from me
Now my life that I gave see I gave it all away
And I'll be buried in a grave but I'll come back Sunday
I was born in a cave but I'll come back one day
But the time's now up they coming now for me


Third Station: ‘Crucifying’ by John Donne (from La Corona)
By miracles exceeding power of man,
He faith in some, envy in some begat,
For, what weak spirits admire, ambitious hate :
In both affections many to Him ran.

But O ! the worst are most, they will and can,
Alas ! and do, unto th' Immaculate,
Whose creature Fate is, now prescribe a fate,
Measuring self-life's infinity to span,

Nay to an inch.   Lo ! where condemned He
Bears His own cross, with pain, yet by and by
When it bears him, He must bear more and die.
Now Thou art lifted up, draw me to Thee,

And at Thy death giving such liberal dole,
Moist with one drop of Thy blood my dry soul.


Fourth Station: The Look by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The Saviour looked on Peter. Ay, no word,
No gesture of reproach; the Heavens serene
Though heavy with armed justice, did not lean
Their thunders that way: the forsaken Lord
Looked only, on the traitor. None record
What that look was, none guess; for those who have seen
Wronged lovers loving through a death-pang keen,
Or pale-cheeked martyrs smiling to a sword,
Have missed Jehovah at the judgment-call.
And Peter, from the height of blasphemy--
'I never knew this man '--did quail and fall
As knowing straight THAT GOD; and turned free
And went out speechless from the face of all
And filled the silence, weeping bitterly.


Fifth Station: Ecce Homo by Andrew Hudgins
Christ bends, protects his groin. Thorns gouge
his forehead, and his legs
are stippled with dried blood. The part of us
that’s Pilate says, Behold the man.
We glare at that bound, lashed,
and bloody part of us that’s Christ. We laugh, we howl,
we shout. Give us Barabbas,
not knowing who Barabbas is, not caring.
A thief? We’ll take him anyway. A drunk?
A murderer? Who cares? It’s better him
Than this pale ravaged thing, this god. Bosch knows.
His humans waver, laugh, then change to demons
as if they’re seized by epilepsy. It spreads
from eye to eye, from laugh to laugh until,
incited by the ease of going mad,
they go. How easy evil is! Dark voices sing,
You can be evil or you can be good,
but good is dull, my darling, good is dull.
And we’re convinced: How lovely evil is!
How lovely hell must be! Give us Barabbas!

Lord Pilate clears his throat and tries again:
I find no fault in this just man.
It’s more than we can bear. In gothic script
our answer floats above our upturned eyes.
O crucify, we sing. O crucify him!


Eight Station: 'The Way of the Cross’ by Matt Redman
Show me the way of the cross once again
Denying myself for the love that I've gained
Everything's You now, everything's changed
It's time You had my whole life
You can have it all

Show me the way of the cross once again
Denying myself for the love that I've gained
Everything's You now, everything's changed
It's time You had my whole life
You can have it all

Yes, I resolve to give it all
Some things must die, some things must live
Not "what can I gain," but "what can I give"
If much is required when much is received
Then You can have my whole life
Jesus have it all

I've given like a beggar but lived like the rich
And crafted myself a more comfortable cross
Yet what I am called to is deeper than this
It's time You had my whole life
You can have it all

Yes, I resolve to give it all
Some things must die, some things must live
Not "what can I gain," but "what can I give"
If much is required when much is received
Then You can have my whole life
Jesus have it all


Tenth Station: XI: Crucifixion by Malcolm Guite (from 'Sounding the Seasons')
XI: Crucifixion: Jesus is nailed to the cross
See, as they strip the robe from off his back
And spread his arms and nail them to the cross,
The dark nails pierce him and the sky turns black,
And love is firmly fastened onto loss.
But here a pure change happens. On this tree
Loss becomes gain, death opens into birth.
Here wounding heals and fastening makes free
Earth breathes in heaven, heaven roots in earth.
And here we see the length, the breadth, the height
Where love and hatred meet and love stays true
Where sin meets grace and darkness turns to light
We see what love can bear and be and do,
And here our saviour calls us to his side
His love is free, his arms are open wide.