On a sky torn..temple curtain torn in two,
Kind of Friday..
When sorrow seemed to reign..
You paid a particular kind of price..
Lord!
and though I've wrestled with my actions,
and also with my distractions..
..the agony of that day,
the cross you had to bear...
lead us safely two days on..
where your Sunday banished despair!
For death couldn't hold Gods son in the tomb,
He with blameless, spotless life!...
became our guilt,took our sin..
So we might have new life.
The significance and love in this amazing event..
Can overwhelm, or confuse...
But what it now meant...
Is as Jesus rose on the third day..
We Can be with him at the last..
For yes he's the life the truth and the way,
we can learn some good from the past!
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