It was a Friday...
Early morning while the sun was still sleeping, Jesus was cheated.
Arrested for no reason but the treason in men's hearts.
And just like that, it starts.
It was an unjust friday...
Arrested for no reason but the treason in men's hearts.
And just like that, it starts.
It was an unjust friday...
Six trials, nothing sticking, priests punching, judges kicking, slinging lies
at infinity, beating down on divinity, who by grace didn't speak.
Obedient. Meek.
It was a painful Friday...
As daylight tumbled in whips ripped the skin
It was a painful Friday...
As daylight tumbled in whips ripped the skin
of the one who healed a thousand wounds.
The one whose soul was right and true left in shreds
The one whose soul was right and true left in shreds
for something he did not do.
It was an ugly Friday...
The clawing crowd when given choice let villain fly in single voice
But when Jesus name was lifted high could find no word but crucify.
"Crucify."
It was a bloody friday...
But when Jesus name was lifted high could find no word but crucify.
"Crucify."
It was a bloody friday...
Filled with nails and wood, and a man who did what only God could.
Arms open wide good enough to die for the very people
Arms open wide good enough to die for the very people
who hung him out and bled him dry.
It was a dark friday...
A shout to the sky, a spear in the side, two Mary's start to cry.
It was a dark friday...
A shout to the sky, a spear in the side, two Mary's start to cry.
As angry earth trembles and black clouds swell quietly.
Jesus goes through hell. Dying in our place. Dying well...
Jesus goes through hell. Dying in our place. Dying well...
On Friday
Good Friday.
How is it a day of such evil and pain ever got the word good in its name?
This day of infamy, human villainy,
Good Friday.
How is it a day of such evil and pain ever got the word good in its name?
This day of infamy, human villainy,
when the world showed off its most evil face?
Because there in that blood stained place,
Because there in that blood stained place,
when they pulled the body down like seed to ground,
the author of life sprouted roots of grace,
that would once and for all save the human race.
This victory death, a complete surprise,
This victory death, a complete surprise,
as demons and devils with fear in their eyes realized
that once a perfect man died, the law was finally satisfied.
No more striving.
No more trying.
No more guilt.
No more dying.
The man who lived the way we should, died the way only God could.
And that's why we call this Friday good.
The day Christ fell... is the day mercy stood.
So hold your faith, lift your praise, and remember:
No more striving.
No more trying.
No more guilt.
No more dying.
The man who lived the way we should, died the way only God could.
And that's why we call this Friday good.
The day Christ fell... is the day mercy stood.
So hold your faith, lift your praise, and remember:
As good as Friday is, Easter is still on the way.
Hope Rising.
Forever.
In three more days.
Hope Rising.
Forever.
In three more days.
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