“Good Friday?”
4.1.26 - Conner Christenson
it’s hard to find the good in friday till you feel the power of resurrection sunday this is the story of King Jesus who chose to lay down his life for us
he came down to earth in the humblest of ways born to a virgin, now in a manger he lays dwelling among us ordinary people shifting our gaze up the great church steeple
he cured the sick and saved the lost the son of God melted away the cold, hard frost Creator, Redeemer, Teacher, and Friend the greatest gift to us that God could ever send
betrayed by his very own denied as if he’d never been known acquainted with grief now condemned as a thief
he carried his cross to the top of the hill as he set out to fulfill his Father’s will beaten, flogged, scorned, and spit upon mocked and betrayed, yet still he went on
under a sign marked, “the King of the Jews” hung the Savior of the world looking like he’d lose a crown of thorns etched in his head our spotless lamb now drowning in red
where sin had stained my torn apart soul his blood engraved for me upon a nail pierced pole it was love not nails that held him on that tree what grace my Savior has lavished upon me
abandoned by God in his darkest hour all hope stood like a winters time flower the sun swallowed up in the darkness of death as the Son of God began losing his breath
as the earth trembled and curtain tore in two Jesus finished the work that he came here to do with one final gasp he shouted, “Tetelestai” he bowed his head as if to say goodbye
oh yeah, about that goodbye that was more of a bedtime lullaby oh how sweet the smell of an odorless grave I feel his love hit me like an ocean’s tide wave
living he loved me dying he saved me the stone rolled away he came back to life on that glorious third day
my sin paid in full by our lamb’s spotless wool robed in garments of white he’s made everything new and restored our sight
now Jesus reigns upon the throne our Father waits to call us home one day i’ll see him face to face when I’ve finished running his heaven bound race
